BULLET JOURNAL
simply can’t resist a lovely notebook. So there have been a few times that I’ve stood with my heavy-as-lead suitcases hoping and praying they would allow my luggage onto the overseas flight without it costing me a small fortune for excess weight. Here one from a market in Florence, there one from a department store in Berlin. And of course lots of others from my local stationery shops. Pretty but without a purpose, for years they piled up in my cupboard, until I discovered the usefulness and joy of a
