I’ll admit it. I have a thing for stationary.
It sounds silly, I know, but I love going into somewhere like WH Smith ad looking at the notebooks. I wouldn’t say I have a fetish for them or anything, but I love thinking about the clean fresh pages. I love thinking about what they might be filled with, what thoughts, feelings, ramblings or even just school notes might be written down in them.
It’s no secret I love books, and to me, notebooks are like books in progress. Sometimes I wish I had enough ideas just to fill pages and pages of notebooks, just so I could buy those pretty covered journals. I wish I could fill all those books cover to cover with random thoughts and tuck them away so that when I’m in my retirement I can pull them out and marvel at my naivety, my insightfullness, my rambling kookiness.
I’d like also, for my friends to fill my books with their thoughts, so when we’ve all gone our separate ways I can look and remember what it was like to be with them, and maybe gain some insight into how they really thought.
Could it be that a true bibliophile is someone who not only loves bound volumes of the printed word, but loves those that are still in progress, even those that have yet to be written?
It’s an intriguing thought, one which I now must leave you with – I’m off to buy another note book…
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i know what you mean.. i like them too and i buy them and then dont use them, i have loads of sketch books and small notebooks…
in fact i have two of those really nice paper ones in leather bounds with pretty covers you can have coz i never use them….
if you like anyway
Sure, I’ll add them to my growing stack
If you like I may even give you money for them, a fiver maybe?