My Notebooks

Ever since I was a kid and screamed in terror when my Mom tried to throw out my "snow" (torn up pieces of white paper) I knew I was a collector of things (no, not a hoarder and definitely not associated with a creepy book The Collector). I always have a collection of something. Whether it was buttons, plastic guns, stickers, autographs, plush toys, plastic toys, posters, pens, etc.; it always consumes me for a while. It never lasts very long. Sometimes it's an impulsive shopping spree lasting a few days, sometimes it's a quest of a few months, even years, but it is usually finite. All these interests and collections lose importance, my attention wanes and, in most cases, completely disappears. Notebooks are a different story.

I love notebooks. Not only are they useful but they are so pretty too. They combine their usefulness with design that often speaks to or reflects my other interests. So I buy them, I seek them out, I hoard them, I treasure them. I'm not a good writer and I'm not a consistent writer. I have started a journal about a 100 times and I always forget about it or ignore it. But every time I want to start anew I have a shiny new notebook ready. That's why I have so many; they are there waiting for me to pick one of them up and begin something... it doesn't really matter what that something is (a journal, food log, exercise log, bucket list, etc., etc., etc.).

So here's a pretty good sample of my unused notebooks, those still waiting for a purpose. A few I have tried briefly and set aside for another day, when I can make a more serious commitment to them or when I find a use for them that matches their beauty.



P.S. I have a few close ups of individual notebooks but pen.io has been giving me some trouble and erased my first post. I'm too ticked off to copy every single photo again. So for anyone who's interested here's a link to a photo set http://www.flickr.com/photos/polarcubby/sets/72157631759700454/

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Julie Terekh


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Julie Terekh