Back in July I set up the "regular feature" on my blog of accidental collections. Well, six months later, here is installment number two! This would be my collection of notebooks. I do love notebooks. I love stationery in general, in fact, but notebooks are a bit special. Not only are they lovely objects in their own right, but they are also full of potential. What could I fill them with? Will this be the notebook that enables me to write my Booker Prize winning novel? Will this be the notebook where I develop a design for an amazing Gocco print? Will I devise a fabulous new life via scribbling on these pages?
And this loveliness and inherent potential is what causes me a problem. You see, none of these notebooks have been used. It's just so hard to defile a notebook's virgin pages, I think. What do you put in there? It could be anything! Pressure! I have actually had a few notebooks over the years (I think there is one among this lot, actually) that have something written on the first page and then nothing else in them. This is even worse than an empty notebook - a sad sight to behold.
There are 25 notebooks here. I had a bit of a notebook clear-out a few months ago. Some of these notebooks I bought for myself, some were acquired randomly, some were won in a giveaway and many were given to me as presents. If you were ever thinking of getting me a notebook as a present, please don't let this confessional post put you off as I do genuinely love to receive them.
I should really start filling these bad boys up. What shall I write in them? Or draw?