I'll bet most of you don't even remember when stationery shops were rather common. My favorite growing up was a stationery/office supply shop in Decatur, Illinois, called Haines & Essick. It also had a gift section that carried the Breyer horses I collected and a book section, so Mom was lucky if she could ever pry me out of there once we walked in. I remember walking in on more than one bitterly cold winter day and impatiently waiting for my glasses to defog so I could get down to business.
I've been thinking a lot about Haines & Essick lately, and it's got everything to do with a behemoth called Amazon. For some unknown reason-- perhaps they thought my fetish for Post-It page flags made me ripe for the plucking-- they put up a photo of a pile of leatherette journals. Twenty of them. In a box. How did they know I used to keep commonplace books? I've never mentioned that to anyone, especially not to Alexa.
But there they were. Journals that would lay flat. With a ribbon bookmark. An elastic strap to hold the book closed. And an expandable gusset pocket to keep items in. Holy moley!
|How could I resist?|
There was a killer deal on them that day, so I bought the box of twenty. There weren't as many colors available as there are today, so I got green. (If the price had been what it is today, I would not have purchased them.) Have I been using them? You betcha! There's one at my desk. There's one on my nightstand. There's one by my chair in the family room. I've been known to have one in my purse. They're filled with memory joggers, to do lists, grocery lists, ideas for blog posts, quotes, things I want to include in letters to family and friends-- anything I can think of. I do most of my writing sitting here at the computer, but I've found that it's nice to take pen in hand and write in a journal again.
Let me show you the one here at my desk...
As you can see, it sits to the left of my planner, which gets filled with all sorts of scribbles. Oh! By the way, not that I'm sentimental (or practical), but can you see that gray stapler and the gray tape dispenser next to it just below the monitor to the right? They may not be much to look at, but they sat at my mother's desk while she was the librarian in Moweaqua, Illinois, and they sat on her desk when she was the Technical Services librarian at the Arizona State Talking Book Library. They have to date back to 1960 at least, and-- as homely as they are-- they hold a lot of memories for me. But I digress.
What I want to know is... how many of you have secret (or not-so-secret) passions for stationery and blank books? 'fess up!