I used to journal pretty regularly when I was younger. Fifteen year old me had (read: imagined) enough drama to fill several months worth of daytime soaps. I picked up a plain bound sketchbook for the purpose from Hobby Lobby yesterday.
It looked a lot like this one, but it was a Master's Touch and only $5.99. With a coupon it ended up being three dollars and some change. It has blank pages and is good for pen, ink, and watercolor. I have some watercolor pencils I bought for no reason and have since been dying to try out.
"Master's Touch?," you say. "Well aren't you fancy."
Well, . . . I blame Pinterest.
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I am both envious and annoyed.
These are beautiful. These are art. These are journaling. I want to write like that, but now I'm wondering if I should and I sadly suspect that I can't. That won't actually stop me from trying, but oh the ENVY!
This last one links to an online course in art journaling. I'm tempted. I'm so, so, so, so, so tempted.
What do you think? Will this be like scrapbooking? An awesome idea that leads to the purchase of adorable stuff that I will never, ever, ever use?