I think I may have a problem.
I’ve always collected things. Books (obviously), but also stamps, boxes, china dolls, dolls in national dress, coins, Troll dolls; when we went to France on holiday, I horded those two packs of sugar cubes you only seem to get in cafe’s in Europe. I just have to collect.
And now it’s notebooks. It helps that they’re incredibly useful for a writer. I don’t just have a collection, I use it. In fact some of the notebooks are already full of notes and stories. But the best thing is that each piece reminds me of a place I’ve been to or other people have been to (an excellent souvenir choice if you’re struggling).
This one is from in exhibition in Nottingham I visited way back when I was a Girl Guide. That’s a really, really long time ago. When Take That were about for the first time.
This fantastic mix of string, paper and glue comes from Mauritius courtesy of my brother and sister-in-law’s honeymoon.
And this is from The Globe in London (awesome place, I recommend a visit), again purchased sometime in the distant past.
I think the best collections are like photographs, except they’re better because they’re tangible objects that show us where we’ve been and who we know, and even who we used to be.
I know I’m not the only one out there with a penchant for collecting. Anyone else loving the notebooks? Or something else perhaps? Let us share our collecting triumphs!