I can't remember a time when I didn't have a journal/diary/sketchbook on the go. I still do, thought my journals these days are mostly filled with little drawings and ideas for future sewing projects, notes taken at special events. They're filled with endless lists.
Do you remember how special your diary was when you were little? It always had to have the most secretive hiding place, like under your mattress, which turned out not to be a very good place to keep it because that was always the first place my big brother looked! My books were always special though. Carefully chosen from shops while away on family trips or given to me by friends.
These fabric collaged and stitched journals are so pretty, I don't know if I'd even be able to write in them, or put them through the abuse my notebooks get these days.
Which one is your favourite? Did you used to keep a diary, do you still?