I’m kind of obsessed with paper, probably more than your average human. I buy more stationary than I need and more journals than I could ever fill up. I’ve bought designer, $8.50 birthday cards — and never sent them, because I didn’t want to part with them. Really. I still have them. And you have the 99-cent flimsy Hallmark card. Sorry about that.
If I were craftier or more artistically inclined, I’d probably take up scrapbooking or paper craft or letterpress or collage. But “crafty” isn’t my middle name, unfortunately. (It’s Lynn.) So I buy paper products because they’re pretty, because they feel nice, because I like them. Sometimes I write on them. Sometimes I don’t.
I’m sounding a little creepily Gollum-esque about paper, so I’ll get to the lede: Matt and I went to the paper store today. It was oh-so-nice.
Field trip to: Paper Presentation
Objective: Pick out wedding colors and buy a set of rubber alphabet stamps
And the main objective of the trip was to find paper that would match our imagined wedding colors (green, blue, yellow). Matt was a really good sport about the whole thing — he doesn’t feel quite as strongly about the differences between aqua, aquamarine, and Bermuda blue as I do, but when we landed on our final combination, even he couldn’t help gasping in awe* at its beauty!
(*I may be exaggerating a bit.)
A productive day, a fun trip, and a final decision* on the wedding shades! Abe and George would be proud. Happy President’s Day, y’all.
(*Final, meaning there’s 98% chance I’ve changed my mind by the time you read this.)