It’s funny really that the thing I’m most proud of could be contained inside a money box that little kids use for lemonade stands. I had wanted this for a long time, and when my parents came home with a black and pink polka dotted gift bag, I automatically knew what was inside. For others, it is difficult to comprehend me being proud of such a thing. But I really am proud of just a notebook, with the copper owl, leather, and lines.
Every part of the notebook seems perfect; like the perfectly spaced, dark black, parallel lines. Between each line, the off white, almost yellow color, creates the feel of an antique object, even though I had just gotten it from Barnes and Noble. The leather cover and binding covered in small pebble sized fake burn marks also connect with the antique feel. That’s what I love most about the notebook. The antiqueness gives the notebook a sense of importance.
Another element to the notebook is the copper owl. The color of the copper is a soft, broken color, but the detail on the owl is incredible. Almost every aspect of the owl looks real. The detail around the eyes is very artistic. It was the copper owl I saw first when I took out the surprise gift.
I had to think very carefully about what I wrote inside. I didn’t want to waste its precious pages. I actually write what I want to write on a separate piece of paper before I carefully print it in the notebook. The words I write inside are my secrets and my promises. In the notebook is what I think and what I say, Lines upon lines, stanzas upon stanzas, there are poems and stories in one 1,000 page notebook.
Hopefully my siblings won’t take the money box for a lemonade stand, that wouldn’t be very good. I think the reason that I’m proud of a notebook is because it is something I can keep forever and it has all the written work that I am also proud of inside. Everyone needs something to be proud of because those things make us who we are.
