“Pretty” flower, huh?
Nice, huh? This guy had one, and I saw it and said to myself, I want it! I want it! (I’m not particularly materialistic in the usual sense—as a kid, I often absent-mindedly accrued big allowance nest-eggs just because there wasn’t much I wanted to buy, and I still do the same today with my self-doled grown-up allowance*—but when I like a thing, I tend to really really like it with almost an fetishistic intensity.1, 2, 3, 4, 5) Qualities that make it lovely:
- Lovely dimensions: not too big, not too small, perfectly totable. (A fondness for totability runs in the family.)
- Lots and lots of pages—three-hundred if you’re counting. One doesn’t want to be stingy with the doodle-space.
- A lovely supple cover.
- Gridded paper. Ooh, I love gridded paper! Write this way. Turn it sideways. Write that way. Turn it upside down. Write that way. Plus its perfect for making silly tautological charts and graphs. (But, you say, all those crisscrossy lines mess up the pretty drawrings. Exactly. It’s good to have a place for the down-and-dirty doodlings, a place that’s specifically not for fancy final products. I’ve still got my big creamy line-free sketchbook for those.)
* I was going to call it my “adult allowance”, but that sounded wrong.