I should prefaced this post by stating that I LOVE journals. As some of you know, I love paper in almost all forms (plain notebook or printer paper doesn't do a whole lot for me, but just about anything else does). Whether it be an individual sheet, a ream, a pad, or, most especially, a journal, I just love it!
Now that you know that about me, you'll understand my delight when I found this particular journal. I didn't want to spend a lot of money, but I wanted something relatively pleasant, thereby increasing the chances that I'd actually use it! I headed over to the bargain books section of my local Chapters. I didn't think my chances of finding a journal or blank book in that section were great, but I figured it was worth a try.
I didn't see anything, but of course I had to take the opportunity to browse through the section anyway. After a few minutes, I saw a single copy of an untitled book with a pretty spine. Pulling it out, I found it was the PERFECT blank book for my purposes.
It's a pleasing square shape, with appealing, varied colors of green, pink, yellow lilac and blue on its plush cover. Three small panels take up half the front cover, with a word written in each--Faith, Family, Friends, respectively. ('Faith' gave me pause, because I tend to associate it with the Christian religion, but then I realized I, too, have faith.) Flowers and a butterfly round out the rest of the front cover. Inside, the pages are very pale versions of all these colors, with an inspiring quote on many of them, and a handy white bookmark ribbon to hold my place.
I fell in love with it instantly, and knew I had the book I needed in my hand. I looked at the back, and the inside front cover, and the spine, but could find no title or price listed. I looked for other copies, but it was the only one. I decided it had been misplaced, and went to the gift books section, assuming I would find more copies there. Nothing. I took it up to the counter, explained my search, and handed it over to the sales clerk. She could find no information about price on it, either, nor could she look it up in her computer without title or ISBN number or SOMETHING. She called a manager over. After hearing a shortened version of the story, the manager glanced at it, handed it to back to me, and said, "Just take it."
"Really?" I asked, not believing I understood her correctly.
"Yeah," she said. "We can't find any information on it."
I thanked them and left the store, elated that I had found such a perfect book, and it hadn't cost me a cent! I've thought since then that I was meant to have it, and that perhaps it appeared there just for me.
Magick!
