Saturday, June 15, 2013

Notebooks

It's June. The year is almost half over. Time to reexamine my New Year's resolutions. Have I done any of them? Am I doing anything that will help bring them about, further them along? What were they? Where did I put that list? It's in one of those little notebooks I write in.

My favorite little notebook is almost full. It contains patterns I've written (or adapted into something else), project ideas, and a note my daughter wrote to me. (She picked up my book when I was busy, flipped to a page past where I was writing, and left me a nice surprise note.) I like that notebook. It's starting to fall apart, but there are no New Year's resolutions in it. There's another notebook with the Advent scarf patterns transformed into afghans. It has other stuff too. So, maybe, but probably not. Another notebook has the daily weather in it for the sky scarf I was making. It has shower and wedding planning notes for my son's wedding. Maybe I wrote my New Year's resolutions in that notebook.

I guess I'm going to go on a notebook hunt. Slightly dangerous thing to do. I start looking through those notebooks and I loose track of time. It's like going through old memories, like old photos or yearbooks without any of the bad. There are only good things in those books, things I like, things I made, things I want to do or make. They contain menus, budgets, family Christmas present wish lists, dated holiday menus and seating arrangements, favorite Christmas cookies. There are lists of things to do in the summer with my kids (when they were little) to keep them busy with fun things, and so maybe I wouldn't hear, “I'm bored. There's nothing to do.” There are even drawings by my children. Since I usually have a notebook in my knitting bag with me everywhere, it is a perfect thing to hand to a bored child while we wait (for our food at a restaurant, or wherever).

Those notebooks are scattered all through my house. Some are in my bedroom, some are on the cookbook shelf, some are in project bags with projects that need them. Some are in the spare room on my bookshelf of craft books. There's even one in my car...They are everywhere.

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