You know when you’re having a swell day and thinking, oh man I am being so productive and delightful, and you make up a song for yourself in your head about how great that is and how slammdiggity your day is and how the world is full or wonder and awesome stuff and you walk into an art supply store full of pretty things and weird things and things to make other things with and you’re in awe of how much greatness there is out there and then you see this and everything stops being great and your heart punches your stomach and lungs, and your bowels seize up and you fear for the fate of the world, for the children of the future in a non-Whitney Houston kind of way, and that environmental disasters and financial problems and government corruption and famine are all probably somehow linked to this situation you can seem to drag your eyeballs away from?

Of course you know what I’m talking about. It’s such “a thing”, right? When someone takes one of the best things in the world, gorgeously simple stationery with some nice historical/literary/arty nods thrown in for added one ups and then combines that thing with the greatest atrocity humans have created you feel like you can’t trust the world with even the simplest things. If it wasn’t limited edition, and wasn’t going to go away soon I’d probably have set the store on fire. But since it is limited edition it will only garner the unwarranted affection usually reserved for heiresses who only speak in baby talk.

What a world, what a world.