I was in Waterstones the other week – what, really? – yes, it’s true – and discovered the most fabulous thing.
Vintage London Underground wrapping paper. CONTAIN YOUR EXCITEMENT. I did not; I gasped like a minor character in an Agatha Christie whodunnit scene and startled the elderly lady woofing a cranberry scone behind me.
Oh oh oh, wrapped around a book it was a lovely thing. I love finding beautiful cards and wrapping paper. It’s my favourite part of birthdays. But I am a stationery hipster, I will freely admit: once everyone had cottoned on to Paperchase, I started hunting in other haunts.
(I would still spend half my paycheque in Paperchase if no one were looking. Good job I don’t have a paycheque anymore.)
Anyway, the London Underground paper was a stiff, aged cream, slightly ridged, wholly beautiful. I loved it. And they had more.
So today, we walked into town under brilliant sunshine and got some.
I want to frame one for a wall in our living room. We have endless, plain cream walls in our flat; we love art, but putting something on a wall feels like a commitment. We have a few funny African batik prints on the staircase, and that’s about it.
Wouldn’t a vintage map look stunning over a bookcase crammed with pottery?
Here’s my problem: I couldn’t choose just one. They were ludicrously cheap, which made it worse. There’s the old Underground map, an old street map of London, a famous monuments street map of Paris, and a school map of the British Isles.
I’m leaning towards Paris. But I can’t decide. What do you think?