My Smythson stationary & business cards.
Just after polishing off the traditional Scottish Ne'erday (New Year's day ) steak pie at lunch, rendering movement virtually impossible, I succumbed to a non - alcohol led burst of the January blues. It was a force 6 on the trembler scale, soggy hankie, prophecies of doom in 2013 and a long wade into the icy waters of existential dread - all before 4.00pm.
Don't worry, I sorted that out with my trusty universal panacea; two rusty fingers of bourbon and the dulcet, dusty tones of Kid Rock - I'm on top of old smokey covered in cheese again!
For millenia the antidote to the blues has been to give thanks which is what I intend to do in that most old fashioned of manners, by pressing feelings into ink and paper and sending them around the world. When I got engaged my first thought was: white or cream? No, not the dress but the stiffies (for my Yank chums that's not a reference to the male member but what we Brits call those weighty gilded edged invites that give purpose to our mantlepieces; of course I went with Smythson.)
One of my wishes for 2013 is that we all rediscover the pleasure of the letter and the delightful thunk of something personal coming through the letterbox. Thank you to 'Get Fresh' who has kept my letter box very well fed. Louis Vuitton are riding the zeitgeist with the opening of their new shop in St Germain-des-Pres dedicated to the art of letter writing.
Here's to engraved copperplate, gilded edges, die stamp lettering and the simple scrawl of pen on paper.