Life has been mostly about work and family and household stuff lately. In a good way, mostly. But I had a nice break the other afternoon when my sister stopped by for a short visit and to let our dogs romp together. From time to time, we like to sit and tear stuff out of magazines and add to our notebooks, so that's what I was doing while she organized another project.
Now, I know a lot of people who keep notebooks... And a lot of them keep them beautifully organized... by color, by artistic element (line, shape, etc), or in some other thematic way.
Me, I decided early on that I'd be paralyzed if I got hung up on organization. So, my one rule in my books is that I do NOT organize. I put things in page after page, gluing things in where there is space. I don't try to make things pretty or elegant. I just smack something down there there is space. Like so:
And what do I collect? Anything that catches my fancy, for whatever reason. Or no reason.
The funny thing is that as I look back through the books I've finished, I DO see themes and a definite aesthetic.
I get a lot of inspiration from these books. And I get a lot of enjoyment from the process, too.