My cheap plastic packaging tape dispenser exists in a state of sullen non-cooperation, no matter how often I guide the tape behind the little plastic lugs designed to stop it sticking seamlessly to itself.
In the larger world there are big, professional dispensers – a man‘s dispenser – the ones you see in shops and post offices, applied with a loud slap then a screetch of tape like nails on a blackboard. Tired of pussyfooting. They are not even expensive.
I hadn’t expected to love wrapping my offerings, but I do. Maybe because it is the final tweek of presentation – careful folding, wrapping in tissue and fine grosgrain ribbon, the little handwritten labels initially just for me but I liked the look of them so they stay on. The care leaflet with its deckle edge.
So you can see that the tape dispenser is a great come-down from a state of girly wrapping-bliss. I think I need a higher tech version.