I killed my notebook this week. My gorgeous Gloria Petyarre notebook that my Mumzy-in -law gave me for Christmas. I was just sitting there in a meeting, playing with the spiral spine and then the next thing I knew, the whole book had fallen apart.
Now I have no trippy Utopian art to gaze at during meetings. Instead it will just be a bull dog clip filled with book pages. This really messes with my chi.
Sob.
The random musings of Neen 
That does suck! I love her art
You should see the Jeannie Pitjara painting E’s family made us for Christmas. I have to get it stretched onto a canvas but will post photos when I do :)
That makes my eyes sore! But it a pity indeed. Maybe you can glue the covers to a new exercise book :)
Yeah, bust out the duct tape!
You need to buy a new notebook. I love to write in beautiful books. They inspire me!
RIP utopian joy…