blast from the past
I was looking in my stationery drawer yesterday and came across a pad of paper, with matching envelopes - very nice air mail paper, by Crane's. It seems so quaint now, but I remember well the days when international phone calls were incredibly expensive and we didn't have the internet, and those air mail letters were a very important part of my travels abroad.
(Also, I have a stash of approximately 100 postcards, on a vast array of topics and themes. I should start a send-a-postcard-a-week project. Anybody want mail?)
(Do I have any thank-you cards? I do not. Must procure. I do have a stash of rather dour Winslow Homer cards, mostly featuring fish.)
(Also, I have a stash of approximately 100 postcards, on a vast array of topics and themes. I should start a send-a-postcard-a-week project. Anybody want mail?)
(Do I have any thank-you cards? I do not. Must procure. I do have a stash of rather dour Winslow Homer cards, mostly featuring fish.)
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I also have boxes of beautiful onion-paper air mail letters, which I can't recycle, but will never use. Maybe I will give it to the nephews to use as tracing paper.
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I remember when we waited months for an airmail exchange with my sister when she was in the Philippines. Today we Skyped with her from Guinea for Fathers Day.
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I have been a notecard junkie my whole life, and rarely buy greeting cards. I find something remotely appropriate among my notecards and write in a birthday or anniversary or sympathy message. I *still* have a prodigious stash of notecards--of all sizes. I'm trying to be stern with myself over buying more. I know people *do* buy cards for occasions, but I'm always, "why would you?" Just me, of course.