In 2004, it became my knitting project book, with pages and pages of notes, lists of shops, a needle inventory, etc. It wasn't fancy, but it was flexible. I had a couple of plastic sleeves in the back, full of pictures that I could flip to whenever I wanted.
At some point, it went missing. It wasn't just the loss of the notes, which was significant, but the whole past connection with the little red leather notebook created a little ache. It was gone for at least a year, then John found it, just sitting on a shelf in our "library." Ah, I was whole again. Just in time too, because the book I got to replace it was starting to drive me crazy. (Silly notes in Flickr.)