This is the wonderfully twee diary I bought for 2014: Now, really, it is a perpetual diary, so it isn't for 2014 in particular. I have to add the days to the dates hence there's nothing twenty-fourteen-ish to it, except having been on my radar almost for the entirety of 2013. You can find it online from multiple retailers, but I bought mine from Ladurée at Harrods, which meant I later realised it is an authentic French almanac, while the ones in Waterstone's and on Amazon are in English (so bear this in mind if you're French-challenged). I like it a lot not merely because of my visceral love for all things Ladurée-related, chief amongst them the Marie Antoinette macaroon, a limited edition which I hope will make another appearance in the spring, but because it's filled with recipes, dictons and tips for entertaining and, yes, eating. I like it that the paper is thick and matte and that the illustrations are whimsical and delicate. Blimey, I sound tragically Hello Kitty on this one. And talking of Kitty, I find the purchasing of a diary so difficult, so fraught with internal debate, so rooted in my intrinsic dislike of committing to anything for an entire year that I start scouring offerings in August, if not earlier. Ultimately, I think of a diary in the Anne Frank sense of it, in the sense of a journal that becomes your friend and confidant. Thing is, I've never been that person and never... Read more →