Stationery

(Or, build a better life stealing office supplies).

As I break open a new Oxford 6mm lined A4 80 sheet notebook, and uncap the greatest everyday pen in the world - the Signo uni-ball gel grip 0.7, I daydream about owning a stationery shop. Not to sell anything, just to browse my treasures and order stock from catalogues....

One of my favourite jobs when training was re-filling my trainer-case with all the oddments of a peripatetic's life, which required a feel for necessity versus weight that Ray Mears would have been proud of, particularly as a lot of it was "liberated" stock, found in the field as it were. (In fact, if you've ever wondered where all your pens go, I've probably got some of them).

Off the top of my head: Scissors, sellotape, paper, acetates, index/cue cards, glue, blutac, all sorts of pens, pencils, highlighters, marker pens, sheets of sticky dots and numbers and letters, ruler, protractor, process-mapping template, parcel tape, string, cotton, pins, safety-pins, safety-clips, stapler, staples, stamps, pocket tissues, plasters, nurofen, indigestion tablets, birthday cards and a small furry pig.



See Staples and Die.

It may be as outdated as analogue,
But happiness is a Ryman's catalogue...



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