“You have Paperchase by your office? Hello my name is jealous”
And yes, when I didn’t work near a Paperchase, I’d have thought it was the greatest thing ever (the nearest ones being in House of Fraser which back in t’day (ok…two years ago) weren’t open past 6pm or in Borders (which was a crap one anyway))
But now? Its a DANGER.
You might convince yourself that you’re going to pop in and ONLY come out with a birthday card for someone. Then somehow between going in and paying, you’ve ended up with Ã‚Â¬Ã‚Â£15 of stuff (I’ve done that)
Paperchase (and stationary in general) is an addiction. Its like crack. In fact, crack would be a better addiction to have, because then I wouldn’t end up with piles of pretty notebooks with nothing written in them because
- They’re far too pretty to write in
- I don’t know what to write in them
- I’m a geek, I write everything on my iPhone anyway (or in my Filofax of course)
It tempts me every day with its swish colour changing logo and pretty things in the window. The bastard.