notes [10/365]

Comments in my previous post led me to think about the notebook I bought last summer in Quebec. It was rather expensive, it’s beautiful, Italian leather … in fact it’s so fine so I don’t know what to use it for. I want to use it, but can’t come up with anything important enough to write there, and I don’t want to make a mess of it. Ever so often I bring it out and look at it, touching the wonderful leather … the type that only gets more beautiful as it gets worn, over the years.

I’ve also thought about what would happen if I were to fill it up, which is bizarre, coming from a person who doesn’t know what to write — but in that case, I couldn’t find a refill for it.

My blogging buddy, David B., has been on a trip to Florence, Italy recently, and as I followed the blog, I only realised I’d probably get ruined if I went there — all the Italian handbags!!!

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