I write… a lot. I write to clear my head. I write lists. I write to organize my thoughts, ideas and dreams. I write about my family, politics, friends, and natural disasters. I write more lists. I write about my day. I write when I’m happy or sad, rain or shine. I write about everything and nothing. And… I write all this in my many, many notebooks and journals.
I always seem to find a new notebook most places I go, and never have less than a stash of notebooks waiting eagerly for me with their crisp new pages. One day in particular when I was living in London, I stumbled upon this notebook oasis:
Into the dark, creeky wooden-floored, musky shop I entered, (imagine a shop in Diagon Alley with a ‘Extreme Makeover Home Edition’ face lift) and saw little, delicate notebooks and fine stationary displayed with spotlights of prominence and importance. Hallelujah, I had found my utopia of notebooks. My heart was racing and I knew the search for the perfect notebook was indeed over. Oh, and the packaging…don’t even get me started. This was the day I fell in love… with Smythson of Bond Street. And apparently, unbeknownst to me miss queeny Elizabeth II loves this shop too. Now, lucky for the rest of the world Smythson can be found in most major cities as well as HERE.
One of these little treasures is definitely a splurge item, so I highly recommend Smythson for special occasions (or if you want to be my BEST FRIEND FOREVER…hint hint Bradley!!!). I go through way too many notebooks to use these every day. Moleskines are definitely my notebook of choice for checking off my list of affordability, cuteness, and surviving the thrashing in my purse.
image via www.unplggd.com
I don’t know how I would handle my cluttered brain without stopping, thinking and writing it down into a notebook. Do you write? What do you do to get you through the day?