I tend to be extremely particular about my morning page notebook, it’s almost been ten straight years, so I know what works for me. So when my last one expired over coffee this morning I was at the mercy of whatever notebooks this
small island had to offer. To my great joy, I found these gems lurking in the stalls of a store. They don’t fit my criteria exactly but the whimsy and uniqueness of these notebooks are inspiring, perhaps to match my current situation more closely. I look forward
to filling them over the next couple months with fantastic morning drivel and dreams.