This is a long, long blog post that explains why I said something to myself this morning. If it bores you, feel free to skip to the end.

Recently I bought a really fun crafty machine. It's called the Cinch, and it's a notebook binding jobby that uses either plastic spiral bindings, or metal o-ring bindings to make notebooks, journals, etc.

Now, I love notebooks and journals. I have far too many of them, and I continue to buy them because they seduce me with their papery ways, and we all know I have no resistance to paper goods. Add the fun of being able to play with scrapbooking paper, and you have a craft made to delight my wee little heart. And delighted I am.

After the initial shock of my husband's death passed, it soon became apparent that I had not only a lot of people to call, but there were a lot of things to keep track of, documents to collect and distribute, others that were sent to me, decisions to be made that had to be weighed, etc. And since my memory is on par with that of a piece of basalt, I decided that what I needed was a notebook in which I could write down everything--phone numbers, notes of conversations, to-do lists, etc.

Out came my new friend the Cinch, and after a few minutes spent choosing scrapbook paper that I felt would be somber, yet in an odd way, warm and reassuring, I created my notebook. And I've been using it every day. But as I started to amass more and more papers it became apparent that what I needed was a pocket in the back of my notebook, where I could stuff all the letters and documents that I might have need of.

I didn't want just any pocket, though. I didn't want to cut down a manila envelope, for instance, and stick it in the back. No, I had in mind the sort of pocket that I had seen in the back of one of my expensive leather journals, a slightly accordioned pocket that would allow the pocket to expand as things were stuffed into it.

After a little experimentation, I got one made, and stuck it into the back of the notebook. And that's when, while admiring it, I said to myself, "Well done, me!"  Which as soon as I said it, made me giggle.

However, I think we all need our "Well done, me!" moments, so I'd like you all to congratulate yourselves about something you did today that was well done.

And just for the curious, here's a picture of the pocket in the back of the journal. You can't really see the accordion-ness of it, but it's there. And I'm pleased.

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Published on July 25, 2012 08:19 • 240 views
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message 1: by Deborah (new)

Deborah I wish I had more creative juices flowing through me like you do. I think the pocket is gorgeous


message 2: by Melody (new)

Melody That looks like a pro did it! Well done, you!! :D


message 3: by Elaine (new)

Elaine great writer and crafty (in that she-can-make-stuff-that's-cool) sort of way! I would've gone for the manila envelope because i'm not inventive and i am lazy :)


message 4: by Gloria (new)

Gloria BRILLIANT!!!!


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