There’s something just so horribly satisfying about new stationary; the fresh smell and smooth pages of a new notebook, the perfect potential of an unused pen the comforting colours of desk tidies that promise a clearer workspace. As far as I’m concerned, there’s something far too appealing about stationary altogether – hence the need to ration my visits to stationary and bookshops to avoid massive overspending on items I don’t need.
As addictions go, it’s a pretty harmless one and therefore one I’m generally happy to indulge, so what’s the problem? Well, I started using my favourite kind of pen about four years ago and my favourite notebooks about two and a half years ago – what does that mean for the stationary addict? A burning desire to satisfy the need for new pretty things and no space for said pretty things in her life. The solution? To start buying new mugs instead!I don’t care what mugs I drink out of at work or at other people’s houses, but when I’m writing I get hella fussy (go figure) and in the same way that I need a certain type of music or a certain type of setting, I really like to drink out of a certain type of cup. At the weekend I completed a few rubbish tasks so I rewarded myself with a trip to Paperchase, where I quite successfully refrained from buying too much in the way of stationary (one notebook ok, just one, and only because the cover was so cute) and bought myself a new coffee mug instead.
You know, the more I write about my habits on this blog, the more I realise how many of them I’ve picked up over the years. It tempts me to spend some time trying to break them all for a while, just to see what would happen.