“We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.”
I am a failed journal keeper. I love other people’s journals. Perhaps other people would like my journal . . . if I had one. I love to buy journals. I love to make journals. I love to daydream about how wonderful it would be to get to the end of my life with a journal. I have many journals with five days of entries. I am trying again. Here is the cover. Behind it is the back. Some pages will be lightweight for journaling. Some will be black for photographs. Spirals will bind it together. If I love the journal . . .and there is something symbolic about it . . . I am more likely to keep it. This is, of course, a mini-journal. I plan to use it to remember with photographs the many “Sunday Aprons” I have made for my family and friends.
“There are lots of people who mistake their imagination
for their memory.”