When I was about 10 or 11, I read the book Harriet the Spy for the very first time. I was completely enamored. I identified so totally with Harriet, and I think I must have read the book ten times in one summer.
And that was the beginning of me and the black and white marbled composition book.
From that time on, we have been inseparable. Oh, my use of them has grown and changed over the years, but I still don’t feel right if I don’t have at least one in my life, ready and waiting for me to pick up and scratch something into.
As a kid, my composition book was more Harriet-like, filled with observations of classmates, family and neighbors. As a teenager, well, it became filled with more boy-themed romantic thoughts. In my 20’s it was used to let off steam from work related stress (I was a paralegal in a law firm in my former life) and also to analyze dating related dilemmas. After I got married and had my daughter, it gradually became much more practical and was used for shopping lists, menu ideas for family gatherings, Christmas present ideas, party themes, and just general reminders of things to do so my over-crowded head would not forget.
Now my dear composition book is still by my side, and it has morphed into a combination of all my past ones. It contains a bit of everything… random thoughts, observations, happy memories, gardening plans, sewing and craft ideas, menus, reminders of future endeavors. It’s a place to go when I feel a little sad and a place when I am feeling very, very happy as well.
Recently, I gave my current book a little overhaul, sprucing it up for spring, trying to match my feelings of enthusiasm for gardening, plans for learning to can, for the arrival of my 5 baby chicks in June and for looking forward to a sweet summer.
I put together a collage of some of my favorite goodies (lace, buttons, an old measuring tape, squares from a vintage quilt, etc.), took a picture, printed it out and glued it on top of the ole' black and white marble using My Girl's glue stick.
I think it's quite fetching, and just looking at it inspires me.
So thank you Harriet
for giving me a place to go all these years
to grow and stay inspired!