I’ve kept journals in the past. On that lovely squared paper bought on exchange visits in France. Growing up in a household of boys I wrote in French to avoid prying eyes. Rather than sketching, I would glue bits and pieces straight on to the pages. I knitted a jumper once (a hideous black and pink mohair monstrosity). In went strands of the wool. We went to see (the then very funny) Max Boyce in concert on my fifteenth birthday. In went the ticket and the autographed photo. I also used to make travel scrapbooks, adding postcards, ticket stubs, menus, coasters… No wonder I like blogging so much.
Then I got the iPAQ and tried to wean myself off the paper fetish. But five years later and I’m drifting back to paper notebooks. There is nothing quite like the feel of a good quality paper that has been written on both sides.
And now that I’ve drooled over Danny’s site, my eyes are wandering over to the cupboard where I keep a secret stash of notebooks, colouring pencils and of course a supply of purple pens. And I’m itching to get writing and glueing. Dammit.