As I grow my collection, I am constantly peeking into stores and admiring cards I receive in the mail, looking for the next best. But I have also realized that these unique cards are a reflection of what you like and who you are, making them personal and individual. Like a special person, they must find you, and as we know...that always happens when you least expect it.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Little Gifts in Pretty Boxes
I have recently become somewhat obsessed with stationary. For years, I received it in Christmas stockings or as a birthday gift, but rarely thought of much use for it. In the event that I needed to send a card, I would go to the drugstore and buy one. This all changed with two happenings. One, I found a similar interest in my stepmother. She collects stationary, buying individual pieces, making surprise discoveries in tiny stores across the world. She tucks away these intricate beauties, waiting until the marriage of special recipient and specific card is realized. The second was that I began to want to buy stationary for others. It is an age of electronic everything and a rare time to receive a snail mailed message, so I started giving people material with which to send an unexpected nicety. My favorite gift is a package of simple stationary and a stamp of an animal, flower, or shape of the giftee's liking, with favorite color and style in mind.
As I grow my collection, I am constantly peeking into stores and admiring cards I receive in the mail, looking for the next best. But I have also realized that these unique cards are a reflection of what you like and who you are, making them personal and individual. Like a special person, they must find you, and as we know...that always happens when you least expect it.
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As I grow my collection, I am constantly peeking into stores and admiring cards I receive in the mail, looking for the next best. But I have also realized that these unique cards are a reflection of what you like and who you are, making them personal and individual. Like a special person, they must find you, and as we know...that always happens when you least expect it.
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