OK so when I got home last night I was tired and slack and didn’t even look for any stationary in my draw.
I arrived at work feeling guilty but uninspired until I stumbled upon some paper sample books which have been wasting away on my desk. There was one lovely Spicers Paper one that had perforated pages making perfect for pulling apart to write letters on.
So letter number one was born. Dedicated to a dear old friend who I’ve lost touch with lately but is never far from my thoughts.