And how I use my notebooks
My heart seized up for you while reading your recounting of the lost notebook. What a relief! Also I love the aesthetic of those ink bottles!
Funny story about losing things.....YEARS ago, me and two friends are headed to New Orleans from school (I grew up there and went to college in a wee town about an hour SW of the city) for a concert (I think Indigo Girls?). We took my car, and crashed at my parents house for the night. Me being the dork that I am, forgot to bring my contact lense case and didn't have a spare set of glasses with me. I had a stupid blond moment and put my contacts in a small glass of water by my bedside table.
You know where this is going.......
I'm Velma from Scooby Doo blind and things to see with aint cheap. Even back then (early/mid 90s?). My mom was FURIOUS. And one of my friends had to drive us back to school.
Love this story. And that you have so many notebooks. I can relate the to preciousness of a brand new notebook, but thankfully I’ve worked pass the “fear” and anxiety and reluctance of “messing up” fresh pages. About kind strangers: there are more out there than we think. I have lucky encounters with a few of them that I still think of from time to time. Others’ kindness make us better person don’t you think?!
He protec, he attack,
But most importantly, he bring the notebook back ❤️
The idea of losing that kind of notebook -- terrifying! I'm so glad that someone saw its value and returned it.
I had to pause my reading of this post to make a cup of tea - the thought of losing my notebook had me landing straight in NIGHTMARELAND.
I'm so relieved that you got it back! I've got my first name and phone number on a label in the front of mine in the hope that if I ever lose it I'll get a call.
This is what I hope I'll hear: 'Rebecca? I've found your notebook!'
Your drawings are so wonderful I really thought you had a printed diary. So with your inspiration I finally got out my empty pilot petite fude pen and went downtown to get a bottle of ink.