I love journals though I'm less inclined to use them in the same way as I used to.
Remember the days when everything went in there? All the highs and lows, the doomed romance, the glorious elation?
I think I was a little bit relieved a number of years ago when a flooded basement took my journals and turned them into smeared pages of dribbled flair pens, a mixed bag of colors now muddied and barely legible.
It's not that if anyone read them I would be mortified by evil deeds. My life was pretty routine.But it all seemed so dramatic at the time! And I fear the only thing more colorful than the smeared pages would have been the purple prose, the agonies of life!
Now I use my journals for other things -- lists, copying a quick recipe, writing a poem, logging the books I read, capturing a fragment of an idea.
All my composition book journals reflect the whimsy of The Marmelade Gypsy -- bright colors, a little bit girly, perhaps, pretty, vintage.
Each is collaged onto a standard composition book using a variety of papers, naturals, images and embellishments.
They, too, will be added to the Gypsy Caravan for the November sale.
For those in the mid-Michigan area, dates are November 20-22. Just in time for the Christmas rush!
I'm looking forward to hanging out with beautiful jewelry, lovely pottery, cozy mittens, cat toys, wooden pens, a wonderful calendar and all the people to make them!
Time is flying!
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