I am not a philatelist – I just like stamping stuff. I bought this set of letters from Toronto recently, to the despair of my shopping companion who felt I didn’t need more bits and bobs to play with for a few days before I forgot about them and let them clutter up my flat. But three weeks on, I’m still stamp-stamp-stamping. I’ve always been a fan of stamps, especially the ones you could get in the olden days that smelt of strawberry shortcake. I like the satisfaction of pressing the stamps into the ink and onto the paper, though I have yet to master the art of stamping in a straight line (see above). Plus I all too often misjudge the amount of space each letter takes and find myself having to finish words off on the next line, which isn’t very elegant.
Being far too sensible to get a tattoo, I also derive great pleasure from stamping myself, sometimes even in German.
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April 18, 2008 at 5:50 am
All right, you’ve got enough good use out of them to justify your purchase. I am chastened. I was still right to warn Colin not to buy the juicer, though.