Ok, that title’s an exaggeration, it’s only taking over the floor of my spare bedroom. But my collection has grown considerably since I first put this post up in 2013. Back then it looked like this:
And fitted on my dining table.
Today it looks like this:
And I had to lay it on the floor and stand on a step ladder to photograph it.
I think I may have a problem.
I’ve always collected things – books, stamps, boxes, dolls, coins; when we went on holiday to France, I’d hoard two-pack sugar cubes you only seemed to get in European cafes (yes that’s as weird as it sounds). I just have to collect…something.
Over the past seven years or so my thing has been notebooks. Why notebooks? Well, obviously they’re incredibly useful for a writer. They’re incredibly useful for anyone actually and I do use some of my notebooks.
They’re also easy to store, nice to look at and you can find them in pretty much any gift shop. I mean look at this work of art:
Some may see collections as frivolous and materialistic, childish even as children are masters of hoarding. But in my view collections are an expression of your personality, and often hold memories, not unlike photographs.
Anyone else have a collection, notebooks or otherwise? Let me know in the comments!