I have a notebook that is full. Boyfriend got it for me from his college. I filled the first pages with doodles whilst he gamed it. The rest of these pages are devoted to the aforementioned magazine clippings that brought me joy.
The next notebook I bought from Tesco, because I could decorate it myself. I painted that shit gold and I've nearly filled that one up too.
Boyfriend said once, if he ever did a design course, he was going to steal my notebooks to use as coursework. That made me happy.
However, I still have a soft spot for my first notebook. The one with doodles, green glue and a few soup recipes in that I created. The one that is bursting at the seams.
I cherish you, little notebook.
*Kudos if you know the song to which I was doodling too. You get a virtual high five.
