In response to yesterday’s post that Karen wrote about loving the smell of books, I agree. Having practically grown up in the public library, I know where she is coming from. But for me, it isn’t exactly about the smell of the books… it’s the smell of the paper. I can remember Mom taking me to the local stationery store when I was small and just falling in love with that scent. Clean, crisp paper. It is obviously still a weakness for me. The earliest memory I have connected to this smell was early 1970 something when my Pop Pop used to bribe me to behave with a fresh tablet of paper when I’d come over to visit. (I am sure this was so he could watch the Yankees & Jets in peace…)
To me, the smell of the paper in a new journal means possibility & adventure. In a used journal, reflection and personal growth.