There’s something very soothing about pretty paper. No matter what stresses and strains are happening in your life, looking at some aesthetically pleasing paper can soothe and calm.
Don’t get me wrong, the stuff bites back if you don’t handle it correctly (counts paper cuts), but the very nature of its symmetry and singular dimension makes it totally without hidden agenda and without opinion.
The very action of taking a ruler and pencil to a piece of paper and rhythmically cutting, trimming and folding is very relaxing, and knowing that I’ve created something unique from scratch pleases me.
I wonder how long I can craft with paper before I’m so chilled out I’m horizontal!