No, no. Look more devastated. This was serious - I lost my sketchbook!
The thing goes everywhere with me. I buy purses specifically to fit my sketchbook IN.
What's so special? This particular one is perfect for my uses - the 5.5" x 8.5" Strathmore Sketch with a spiral binding and 100 crisp white sheets of fine-tooth surface paper (preferably recycled). It's small enough for purses but with a big-enough page and it's fat enough to last - usually 3 months - yet not too heavy.
I live with and in my sketchbook.
It holds a lot more than sketches. I make notes and tuck things into its pages... whatever needs recording in my design-life, overlapping into life-life. My sketchbook's been known to carry exact measurements for those new drapes, though I draw the line at wasting it on grocery lists.
This lost sketchbook is reaching the end of its three-month-ish life span so it holds... well, three months of my life. For the four days it was lost I only needed to consult it five times.
Inside this papery Rememberall there are: design notes and sketches for three shows; notes from a playwriting seminar; notes on writing projects; a Rilke poem; a museum show flyer and those notes and sketches; ALL my notes from the NYC Scenic Masterclass; scribbles from the Metropolitan Museum of Art (including the name John Haviland, an 1800s American architect who embezzled his clients' funds and whose portrait is especially self-important); notes from a LEED/Accessibility architectural continuing ed. seminar; more play notes; more seminar notes, this time on "Through-Wall Flashing" (lunch was good)... You get the idea.
Losing all this - even for four days - was a real wrench in the works here!
But my sketchbook is safe back home now, thank goodness.
Where was it? Locked in a car at the airport. I guessed it was there... but finding the car...?
Believed public domain photo messed with.