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My son needed a journal/sketchbook for his cabinet/furniture building business and asked me to come up with something for him. Not sure this will hold up to being tossed in a backpack but it was a start. I'm working on a different flexible cover for it today. Maybe it will work better. (oh and try to ignore the puny elastic cord...I'm in search of some that's bigger but haven't had a chance to shop for it. Does anyone have a good source for bigger corded elastic in different colors?)

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moongipsies@msn.com said…
I thinkit turned out really cool. I love the paper you chose.
November 2, 2009 at 12:50 PM
Leau said…
This is great!! All that brain storming paid off...
November 2, 2009 at 1:26 PM
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