The lost art of handwriting and my obsession with stationary

Sometimes I feel that so much of our day-to-day life has been digitized these days. And words, they have value, they have a purpose. Sometimes it feels like when you write on the internet, the words you write just evaporate. But when I hand write, I feel like it is a conscious act. The words, they live and breathe on the page. And because you are limited by space, ink, hands, every word has to count.

During the summertime my mom found a few of her old diaries from her early 20’s. We sat on the bed and read through them together. It was so wonderful to read the words of my young mother. I think back to my memories of my mother when I was small. I always picture her the same way; she has long thick black hair. Her face is young and glowing. Her eyes are big. She wears a long sea-foam blue skirt that dances in the wind. She used to wear skirts all the time back then. She laughs and plays with me. She pretends that the vacuum cleaner is going to eat my feet, and for a moment, I am truly delightfully terrified. She sits on the couch and reads really thick novels. I remember the covers of the novels clearly. One of them had a picture of a yellow meadow on it. She had a lot of books like this. Romance. Inside, the pages are thick and coffee stained. She used to read a lot. 

This is how my mother exists in my memory. I often tell her this and she laughs and says it was not always this way. 

But that’s how she existed in my 5 year old mind. 

Anyway, we read these diaries together and I read the story of my mother’s life. I felt that it was such a valuable experience for me, as her daughter, to have. I was grateful for her writing. 

I wonder what traces of myself I can leave for my own family one day. Or will they just google me and find the blazing trail I have left behind me on the internet?

No, I want something else to happen. 

There are so few opportunities to handwrite these days. But I try to make it a point to handwrite when I can. And it has made all the difference. 

Here are my notebooks. 

What about you? Do you love to write? Do you love stationary too? What kind of things do you handwrite in your day to day life? 

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This is my diary. I don’t update this daily though. I write in it on a weekly basis, usually on a Friday evening. Here I write the story of my life and how it unfolds.

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 This little notebook is full of lists. This is what I carry with me in my handbag and use it to write to-do lists, shopping lists, reminder lists, random blog post ideas I get while walking, all kinds of lists. Nothing beats a good list.

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I haven’t found a purpose of this beautiful notebook yet.

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Drawings, sketches. Usually of women and flowers.

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Looking through this book always makes me feel so warm and happy. Here I have collected sweet notes, cards, and letters I have received from friends over the years.

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This letter from my sweet girl Deki. Owwwww. My heart is all love for her.

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And a picture she made for me. “This is what you feel like to me”. I asked her what she meant by this and she said “This is what you feel like to me, a warm sunny day.”

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A random note from my friend Michelle when we used to live together at the beginning of university.

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 From Jessica.

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I use this book to write notes on spirituality, my musings, thoughts, reflections on things of a spiritual nature. I also keep a leaf in it that the little 6 year old friend gave me.

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I use this book to write out prayers sometimes.

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This is the book I write down recipes for some of my most beloved dishes that my mother has taught me. My mom is such a wonderful cook (don’t we all say that about our mothers!). I haven’t done it yet but I am planning on taking a photo of the finished dish and placing it on the opposite page.

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These are my two poetry books. The pink is for poetry about love, and the yellow is for poetry that I call “soul songs.”
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I fell in love with this notebook and the pink edges of the pages. I use this book to write short fairytales (with a moral) that I would like to one day read to my children.
❤ Have a wonderful day ❤
m

4 thoughts on “The lost art of handwriting and my obsession with stationary

    • Malavika says:

      Thank you for sharing your experience with journaling! It’s inspiring to hear how other people document their beautiful life and write for love!

      xo

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  1. Debra says:

    Malavika,
    I found your blog while searching for words & inspiration on strengthening the self and wanted to know more about the person behind the thoughts I read.

    In answer to your curiosity about other people’s experience, I’ve journaled for many years, at first to have a place to write down emotional rantings and to try to make sense out of my life. As I’ve aged, my writings have changed (yeah me!). I’ve tried using a computer but keep going back to handwriting. I used to purchase pretty journals with plain pages of nice bond paper, but now lined notebook paper works fine. It’s the pen that is important. It must be comfortable in my hand and the ink must flow effortlessly without drag. Let’s hear it for gel ink & roller ball pens w/ purple ink! I write when I want and/or need to. Each session is limited by the physical comfort of my body in general, the endurance of my hand, and my mental focus. My writing now mainly charts my journey through unemployment – my feelings, strategy, progress. I keep a small book where I write inspirational quotes and one for creative ideas. Journaling for over 35 years. Sun in Scorpio.

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  2. Connie says:

    Love to see how you use your journals and that there is someone else out there that loves them as much as I do. I have many. I love stationary also.

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