Penning my thoughts in journals
I’ve kind of got a thing for journals. I love slipping my journal in my handbag and going to one of my favorite cafés for a coffee and some quality time spent writing. I try to place myself in a spot at the café where I can people watch, or stare out the window, pausing every so often from my writing to consider how I want to form my sentences.
I have a sky scraping pile of journals full of words, and each time I’m faced with the task of finding a new journal it’s a bit of a challenge. It’s a little bit like finding that perfect pair of shoes to fit an outfit, it’s got to feel right. I came across these gorgeous notebooks by Weston the other day and nearly choked on my coffee – I love them! I’m nearing the last pages of my current journal, so maybe it’s meant to be? Perhaps I’ll get one as an early birthday present for myself.