life has this funny way of presenting us with opportunities where we least expect them. i was hunting for an old notebook... any old notebook... and came up, instead, with a trio of empties begging to be filled. the top notepad was purchased a few years back from a knick-knack seller in some quaint New England town. it was the only item i ever purchased in my many visits to that particular shop, and i fully admit to giving in to girlish weakness over that super cute cover. the middle one is a blank Bare Book from my days as a summer camp counselor. if memory serves... i found the stark, white exterior incredibly intimidating, so i spent an evening covering it with many layers of torn, crumpled up grocery bags held in place with watered-down white glue. the end result is reminiscent of a light, wrinkled leather.
and the bottom "book"... that's just a thing of sheer genius. i made that one about 15 years ago, while trying to keep the young students in my gardening class occupied one dreary Saturday morning. a fallen twig from a cherry tree, a couple pieces of corrugated cardboard, and a single sheet of handmade paper to embellish the front "cover"... and a notebook is born.
oh.. and a few pieces of goldenrod paper i "borrowed" from the copy machine. what??? it was work-related.
my favorite part is the back cover, specifically... the knot in the strand of raffia that holds it all together.