Sharon Maria Bidwell

It’s very seldom I buy something too beautiful to use. I’m one of those who believes if you’re too frightened to use it then it’s a waste to buy. Don’t buy things you can’t use or aren’t beautiful. Things you buy you should need or they should enhance your life. I haven’t always adhered well to this philosophy but maybe it’s true that with age there comes a certain wisdom. I tend to think before I buy anything now and if I’m not likely to use it or I can’t take it out of the box, then I’ll take a pass.

“Desire, A Private Journal” is an exception. I don’t know why I bought this. I was looking for a different kind of notebook, saw this, and felt intrigued. It’s truly too beautiful to write in. The cover has a lock but it’s not just any cover. It’s padded and scripted, and feels like a rather luxurious box. The ‘book’ lies inside, fastened to its protective box. The pages are smooth, thick, and mottled. There are beautiful phrases, lovely pictures, and exquisite poems spaced throughout. This book deserves elegant script — a handwriting skill I do not possess — and precious thoughts or heartfelt poetry. This is why the book has sat on the shelf for a few weeks untouched and will remain so until I can figure out exactly what I should write in it. Anything penned for this book will need writing out beforehand so I know exactly what to say, and my hand will tremble as I try to keep the flow of my handwriting at its neatest. I feel as though I should learn calligraphy before I ‘qualify’ to get anywhere near these pristine pages.

This is a special little book that would make a lovely gift but don’t be annoyed if the person you give it to never has the heart or nerve to touch it.

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