When I was young, by young I mean my sophomore year of high school, I created an idea book out of magazines and a photo album I had lying around my room. I folded up any magazine page I could get my hands on that I found interesting. It was my first attempt at organized chaos and at finding me. For that I treasure it! I cannot believe how quickly time goes and how quickly we can lose ourselves in someone else’s influences. This book is proof of who I was, who I wanted to be, and who I am.
I just recently went through the flower book again after cleaning out my closet. I did toss things that had little value due to forgetting why I saved it, or something I had long since outgrown and lacked care for anymore. But I did save the majority of what mattered and even added some new pages in. Maybe in time, if I lose myself again or continue to change, I’ll find some nostalgia there…
Here are some pages that I was able to get a picture of. There is a lot more than this in this book.