Tidying up my office today, I came across a pile of brand new notebooks. All filled with pristine white pages waiting on inspiration.
I can never resist a new notebook. I’d like to buy one everywhere I go, and fully intended to on my recent trip overseas. Only after buying the first two, I realised I’d never get my suitcase back into the country – not without mortgaging the house first. So time after time, I had to walk out leaving my heart’s desire abandoned on exotic stationery shop shelves.
Okay, I admit, the decision was influenced by this pile nagging in front of me. Made worse in realising, some of them aren’t so gorgeous anymore. It’s a collection of years. Many of their kin, filled with ideas, stories and my musings, line my bookcase. I have umpteen notebooks in progress, half-full of story ideas, scenes, character studies and lines of unwritten poems. Most of them of more practical design.
Still I have to ask how can I be so fickle as to have gone off the cute bear cover with the press stud closing, I once thought darling? Or the black fabric covered books with snowy white pages, so fancied at the time, I even bought two.
What to do now? How can I possibly buy any more notebooks in the future until these are used? Even if, some I don’t want to use.
What did I love when I was young?
I adored the lined order and invoice books of my grandfather’s old grocery shop. Each book pre-numbered, with a sheet of tear out carbon for duplicating pages. Hour upon hour, my sisters and I spent drawing, playing school and shops in Papa’s office up the back of the yard. Spinning around on giant, overstuffed swivel chairs at huge desks. (Or maybe they weren’t really so big.) And in the corner, a cupboard stacked full of old pens, ink bottles, rulers, and indelible pencils setting the stage for my ongoing stationery obsession.
Now back to my idea. If I loved notebooks and pens and the like as a kid, other kids must too. And I have nieces and nephews who like to write and draw.
I think they might like some new notebooks. It would be the good aunty sort-of thing to do.
Funny thing. I can’t resist a new pen either. I wonder if they’d like some pens too. I did see some lovely new ones in Melbourne Central last week. I think that shop even sells notebooks too.
Or, maybe I should find an N.O. meeting? (Anyone else need to come along too?)
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