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Perfect Sketchbook.

 I've been wondering if there is such a thing as the perfect sketchbook. I have been searching for an affordable sketchbook with 100% cotton hot pressed watercolour paper. I finally came across a Rhodia Touch sketchbook and ordered one. The paper is lovely and made by Schut mill in the Netherlands. I then became curious and wondered if it was possible to get their watercolour paper anywhere else. I then realised that certain Clairefontaine watercolour papers are made by Schut mill so I may well get myself some.

I wish I was the type of person who found something that they liked and only used that. If I could be like that I would probably use Moleskin Art sketchbooks as I really like the paper. It's heavyweight and very smooth. The problem is I just can't stop myself from trying something different. I may be searching for the perfect sketchbook and have already found it.

From now on I am going to post once a month on the last Friday of every month.

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