I’ve no real idea why I purchased this today.
The shop I bought it from probably won’t be around for long. It opened a month or so ago and no business seems to last at that address. It sells imported goods, mainly Indian. It’s probably been the dream of the woman sitting huddled over the tiny heater to open such a shop for years and now it’s her chance.
I’ve been looking at this book for a couple of weeks, walking by the window each day on my lunch time walk. I have no idea what I will actually do with it, I’ve never been able to keep a written journal for more than two days, but I felt that I should buy it. That I had to buy it.
Now it is sitting here in all it’s Sanskrit enscibed hand stitched glory, waiting.
That is one fabulous journal. I am sure you will find a worthy purpose for it.
I think it is a beautiful book. I am always looking for weird things to write in or trying to find old journals people have written.
Q
I don’t know how many times I’ve purchased beautiful journals with the best of intentions to use them for the purpose of writing – only to turn them into something else later because, once again, a commitment to journal writing has proved short lived. I’ve bought another one recently to chronicle my trip to Europe but it will probably end up turned into shopping lists etc. Oh well. My blog has actually been my best attempt at sustained writing so far. Good luck.
I’ve found that nifty journals like that make great impromtu photo albums. 🙂