Yes, I am writing about a paper-cutter!
You see, in my childhood, it sat in my grandfather’s shop and was something that I was not allowed to touch. I somehow thought it was something I would buy when I grew up. Actually, what use would I have for it? But wanting to cut paper up perfectly seems good enough a reason.
As it is with things from my childhood, I sometimes forget about them. All those, “when I grow up…” sometimes find no continuity, or remain sadly, unremembered.
So when the paper frames we have did not fit within the Pameran Poskad plastic sleeves, I was agitating for a paper cutter. I wondered if the vintage one I saw at Cat Socrates was more for show or actual cutting, and hence stepped away. Then, we were at Art Friend and just picked up the smallest/ cheapest one we saw there.
I hope you can feel my joy at having a perfectly-sliced edge!