My son and I were at home, after the mall had closed before I realized the Moleskine was gone.
Checked all of my pockets twice, and the car, nowhere to be found. Emptiness in the pit of my stomach.
Ok, so it's only a sketchbook — not the end of the world, right? But it held many personal pieces of artwork, some of which were scanned but several that weren't. It's now that I realize how one of a kind that little sketchbook really was.
Yes, I can buy another to replace it, and I can even create new sketches in a new book... but those sketches I've now lost are irreplaceable.
Tomorrow I'll call the mall and the stores we visited tonight, hoping someone would have found it and turned it in. I'm glad I took the time to fill out the owner's page, compete with a reward for recovery. I'm just hoping this bit of information will guide the sketchbook back to me.
I'm giving up coffee for lent — never thought I'd be giving up my sketchbook.
Update: Today I called the mall and stores we visited, then went to the mall to retrace my steps, but no such luck — yet. Planning to call again later today. Good thing I left some business cards in the back pocket.