Shh… you’re in the library. The kind with creaky wood floors, embossed leather spines, and a card catalog that smells faintly of ink and dust. It’s quiet, except for the sound of whispered discussions and the rustle of pages.
That’s the mood of Alma Mater.
This little bundle is equal parts candlelight and academia, a nod to late-night study sessions and notes written in the margins. You’ll find a crystal pen, a journal, ephemera stickers that look borrowed from the archives, and an “old books” candle tucked inside mercury glass.
It’s for the part of you that still lingers in the stacks, flipping through yellowed pages for no reason other than joy.
Alma Mater makes its debut Friday at noon central. Set your reminder, sharpen your pencils, and clear your desk. Class is about to begin.