Warning: insomnia-induced mushiness follows!
My current written journal is kept in a Moleskine. To say I am happy with this notebook would be an understatement to end all understatements. Its heavy cream acid-free pages, its elastic closure, its stitched-in bookmark all make me deliriously happy. I adore gluing bus transfers and dried flower petals and ticket stubs into it. And writing in it with my fountain pen tickles my every nerve.
Earlier today, after two months of owning this incredible notebook, I discovered the inner note holder.
Inner. Note. Holder.
Pardon me while I melt.
If you are melting, too, you should visit Moleskinerie, a blog devoted to this exquisite little thing.