Girl Meets Bulgaria

Musings of an American expat in Bulgaria (with detours in Utah and Alaska)

Moleskine

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There is just something about them. The creamy, lined pages, the simplicity, the history. Ah, the good ole’ Moleskine notebook. Hemingway used one. So did Van Gogh. How then can they not be essential? šŸ˜‰

Moleskine Variety

I’ve been wanting to buy a Moleskin for quite some time. They are overly hyped, expensive (for nothing more than some paper bound in cardboard) and trendy, I know, but I couldn’t resist. I am not a huge journaling fan, rather, I LOVE making lists of all kinds. Whether it’s a list of to-dos, blogs or websites I stumble across or just some random thoughts; I simply adore lists!

I like them because they are thin and simple. No gaudy decoration on the cover. No annoying metal spiral getting in the way. Just paper. They practically beg for creative alterations. The possibilities seem endless. In fact, after buying mine (a pack of 3 to be precise) I wanted to see what others out there in the blogosphere/interweb were doing with their own Moleskines–as mine seem destined for forgettable lists. Among the many ideas I found:

  • sketch book
  • wallet
  • photo album
  • travel journal
  • dream journal

Check out flikr for some amazing ways people make their Moleskines uniquely their own.

I am going to make it a point not to let mine gather dust. Lists can be creative too, right?

One final thing. The Blog Stuff White People Like lists Moleskines at #122 on their list (of stuff white people like-obviously). I’m white. I like them. Oh, and I do consider myself creative. And 5 phone numbers and a grocery list is the perfect starting point for a novel, just ask Stephenie Meyer (that was my lame attempt a dig at S.M. and her writing skills, or lack thereof).

W.

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2 thoughts on “Moleskine

  1. I look forward to reading your novel Whit. Oh, and I adored the dig at Stephanie Meyer, even though I admit I’ve read all the books šŸ™‚

    • I read them too. It was like a train wreck. I had to see (and hope beyond all hope) that at some point she redeemed herself. Not that I am a literary genius, I just don’t understand how someone, anyone, can think she is a talented writer.

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