In this technological age I often wonder if paper will become a thing of the past. This would seem to be good news for trees, and I’m all for that. We have our phones after all – those ever-present devices which enable us to do everything from keeping in touch with our friends and families, to holding all our notes and documents, and even managing our diaries. (At the charity where I work, I must say that since we all went onto online calendars, our sense of team and overall efficiency has definitely improved.) Even the books that we read, both fact and fiction, are becoming a thing of the past – easily and efficiently replaced by a Kindle. No more rows of encyclopaedias clogging up the shelves – just go onto Wiki! And why would we print photographs when we can so easily view and share them digitally? We can back them up as well. Many say that the family photos are the thing they would grab if there was a house fire. Well, now we can simply head for the door as fast as we can with no further concern!
Yet however much this all makes sense of the practical considerations of life, for me there is something that doesn’t feel quite right about it. And I mean feel! I like to fill my calendars with colour. It puts a different perspective on the happenings of life. A dull week feels so much brighter if you edge the pages with a colourful washi tape (or two). I know you can colour the different strands in the online calendar, and I know that online calendars have their advantages. I have a few myself! But they are in no way a substitute for the versatile substance-rich, evocative thing that is paper! Having it all on a screen just isn’t the same as the therapeutic cutting and sticking and layering of images that makes my planner, journals and scrapbooks a colourful montage of all that is good about life.