Sunday, 12 July 2015

Pocket Malden Charm

I was looking to put a charm on the Pocket Malden and ended up with this.

I took a while to find the kind of charms I liked. I initially tried to fit them onto the bookmark of the Moleskine but they were too awkward and didnt seem right.

I connected a Pewter Feather charm and a brass medallion with 'BE YOU' imprinted on it to a brass split-pin connector.

I poked a hole in the outside of the Malden (yep..I did!) and then secured it by place ing the split ends apart.

I had to put it a little lower than I wanted as the edge of the pin would have rotated and come above the long pocket edge. :-(

It gives it a little 'jingle' sound as I carry it. I can still write on the pages as it doesn't really impede on the Malden laying flat. But it is early days and I will see if I can live with it.

Wednesday, 17 June 2015

Why a Filofax?

My Pocket Ochre Malden Filofax with a customized clip.

Why indeed?

I guess it comes down to a number of intersecting aspects of my life:

the need to use my time better
the desire to be more productive
a requirement to have a lot of my information all in one place
the insurance that I don't forget important things

and a passion for quality stationery

I use metal tabs and paperclips for the rustic look and convenience.

My journey with Filofaxes has been fluid and long.

I have always kept journals and diaries
but never really kept them going long enough
or utilized their capacity so they served me well
they looked so cool in the 1980's and are a novelty in the 2010's.

I simply LOVE to carry mine.
My pocket ochre Malden
in all its leathery splendor.

it looks manly
it feels comforting
it is not out of place in most settings
and it just feels right

I can rely on it
I protect it
it assists me when I need it
it helps me to think
and it serves me and no-one else.

My Filofax is tactile,
made with quality materials,
ever changing and adapting
and rustic.

and it's mine.

My Pocket Malden (pre-clip days) with my Journal. My two main carries.

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Enjoying the Leather of a Used Filofax

I've just had this thought.
Not sure if I like the fact I had it.
The lovely patina that is found on the covers of some of the older and used leather Filofaxes make them look amazing and feel fantastic.

I think that is due mostly to the daily wear-and-tear usage of the previous owners, including the grease, sweat, oil and dirt from their hands over many years.
Not sure if I like that idea, however it still makes them look luxurious, warm, welcoming and appealing which beckons you to want to touch and feel the effect.
I think that's reading a bit weird so I will stop typing now…

Adding Credit Card Pockets to Filofax Mini - A new way to do it

I have been using a filofax as a wallet for a few years now and have never looked back.
As they were starting to get a bit tatty after 3 years, I decided to upgrade my wallet credit card holders in my Filofax mini Cavendish in calf leather. 

The card holders open from the inside so the risk of cards slipping out when the filofax/wallet is open is reduced considerably.
I use this as my permanent wallet. I picked up some cheap but strong credit card holders at Officeworks which has 10 pockets for four dollars.

I easily pulled the credit card pockets out with my hands and then removed the two studs with pliers (ok scissors, but don't tell mum).
To make it even hardier, I decided not to cut the pockets individually but to place it totally into my wallet. This created a bit more stability and should stop each sleeve from tearing from overuse (especially the VISA pocket).

I marked the holes from my previous card inserts as they were exactly the right distance and position.

However, putting the holes in required a hand-held hole punch, and herculean strength from me. Luckily my Australian rugged manliness came into the forefront and I was able to do it. (Ok, I got a mate to do it...but he does work out).

As you can see, it fits back quite nicely in the rings, and I am very pleased with the result.

Saturday, 4 April 2015

Some Easter Memories

When I was little my grandfather, who was widowed for a very long time, used to come visit us every Easter. Every year he would give us these large, hard and sugared eggs wrapped in cellophane that contained small heart-shaped tokens also made of sugar with words printed on them. They made a hollow 'clinking' sound when you shook them. You know the ones.

When he gave them to us we weren't too keen. As children we enjoyed the chocolate eggs, and these large and heavy 'old fashioned' eggs that he gave each year where our least favourite and yet, year by year, he would come and hand them over to us. To him, I think these meant Easter most of all. I remember my mother often making us come over to thank him for these unwanted gifts. He continued to do this year in and year out, even when we were emerging into young adults. He would always remember us and go out of his way to buy these eggs, even when money for him was scarce.

And now it is one of my favourite childhood memories of Easter. Those sugary, hard eggs that no one liked. Taking on the role for our grandmother, his wife, who passed on very early and whom I'm sure would have done that for us. And when the chocolate ones were well and truly eaten, and still we craved more sweets, I remember almost breaking our teeth as we tried to eat those unwanted eggs - as a last resort. But more often than not they were left untouched and eventually swept away into the rubbish.

I remember the strong smell of the sugar, and the pale pastel colours of the icing.

He is now long gone, my grandfather. But as I think about these things, I realise that it's not about the chocolate, or the eggs, or even finding the right gift for each other at Easter time. It is about family. It is about new and continuing life. It is about knowing that within the most hardened and unassuming shell can be found the sweetest of hearts with a message of love printed for all to see.

And for me, it is about an old, kind and lonely man who felt he could share a few sugary eggs each year with his grandchildren as a way of reaching out and connecting and making our Easter a lovely time.

To me now, it really means so much more.

Those sugared eggs of his.

If only he was here so I could tell him how I now feel.