Ever since I was seven years old and my Mom introduced me to the art of journal keeping I have loved keeping a journal. Somehow having an orderly way to write down my thoughts, dreams, and aspirations was exactly what I wanted (though as a seven year old I wrote more along the line of dolls and stuffed animals) and I have to say I loved my journal from the very start.
Many years have passed since then and now I have a stack of finished journals. I always feel rather attached to my journals, like they are very close friends, and naturally since all good friends have names I have named my journals, they rather deserved it too.
My journals all got named according to what they looked like. My light pink journal was Rosebud, my pale blue one I always thought of as Magnolia, my vibrant rosy pink one is named Rosella, and my stunning purple journal is named Jacqueline. Yes she is my latest journal and since I just happen to adore french I have already named one of my future journals (which is light blue) Celine. And this one I have named Avril.