We've been doing a lot of organizing and decluttering, as well as
finally combining (and maybe even thinning?) our book collections -- which is a post unto itself, really. But one of the things I came upon was an old diary I'd forgotten about.
I was obsessed with Lucy Maud Montgomery as well as very into the notion of a lockable diary, so it should have been the perfect gift except that it looks like this:
Augugh! It's so ugly! But it seems I took one stab at writing in it...although apparently only to write about other, better notebooks. This is also seemingly where I experimented with the notion of stream-of-consciousness writing as simply containing a lot of commas:
There is lots of stuff in here that makes me smile. My main thought, though, was
what on earth is a Jimmy-book?? But in the middle of the night I remembered that that's what Emily Starr in
Emily of New Moon calls the notebooks her Uncle Jimmy buys her. I can't remember exactly how they're described, but I pictured them as large square-ish hardcover notebooks with creamy blank paper. The red memo I mention is a little spiral notebook -- inspired by the girl detective Abby Jones in Patricia Reilly Giff's
Loretta P. Sweeny, Where Are You? -- where I used to record various facts about any mysteries I managed to uncover.
