I love stationery. I love notelets and notebooks and fancy pens. I love all the quirky sharpeners and rulers and funny trays. As I was browsing I found links to places that would, for a payment, send you a monthly box of stationery goodies. I am feeling particularly low and it really appealed. It was just the knowledge that I had too much stuff already, I had nowhere to put any other stuff and both DH and I would probably cry if more stuff came in that stopped me signing up.
This afternoon I opened an envelope. Someone from father's Church put an envelope through the door with the details of what to do for a particular thing I had volunteered to do. The envelope was a thin, utilitarian thing, which is great as far as I'm concerned. I am all in favour of inexpensive. However the note with the details was on a piece of card that looked like the top quarter of the front of a used Christmas card, around two inches by four inches.
That is a standard I should aim for.
(She is a really lovely lady as well, who visited father all the time and deserves a medal for all she does for others)