Letter post
The post about notebooks the other day revealed just how many of us are drawn to these simple items of endless possibility, and equally how we often can't bring ourselves to use them! Stationery seems to be something women in particular get worked up about - just this morning Dee was talking about the beautiful notecards she's bought, and I too share this enthusiasm for paper and envelopes.
Quality matters here and I'm lucky enough to have some personal stationery bought for me a while ago (at outrageous cost) by Mr. C. Having had our address embossed we shall never be able to move house again!
Does anyone else find their pulse quickens at the site of a tissue-lined envelope, or is it just me?
The sad thing is, of course, that in these days of e-mail, we so rarely write proper letters to friends, and my Bond Street Blue is under-used. Perhaps we all ought to make a point of rectifying that because it is lovely to receive a real letter amongst all the dross which usually makes up our mail.
Collections of letters can make fascinating and revealing reading (I doubt collected e-mails could have the same appeal). I've mentioned some of my favourites before but they are worth repeating: Speaking for Themselves: The Personal Letters of Winston and Clementine Churchill
