Dear Mr. Postman

Last year, among my usual New Year's Resolutions (more water, less sugar, monthly self-breast checks), I absorbed one inspired by my friend R, who wanted to write one real letter or card and mail it every week for the year. How wonderful is real mail? It's basically the best.

I did well for the first part of the year, but then tapered off, though I did send real mail every month throughout the whole year, and I've carried it over into 2011. I have always loved stationery and note cards. I inherited that from my mom, who's bottom desk drawer is always filled with boxes of note cards so that no matter the occasion or the whim, she has a beautiful piece of paper (and matching envelope) ready to go. I have storage boxes, as well as bedside table drawers (and desk drawers at work) filled with my collection. I love to actively scour the clearance shelves at stores like Marshalls and TJ Maxx and Michaels, I basically always have my third eye out looking for pretty stationery, cards, post cards, envelopes, etc., whether consciously or not.

Don't you love getting mail for no reason?! Do you ever write real notes or letters anymore? Who do you write to?

I know, it all goes back to Etsy lately, but I saw this post this morning and, not only did it make me smile big and bright (which is always a good thing at the office!), but it also sent me right over to the shop (ooh! it's a new one! just joined Etsy May 4!) to see what other goodies there are.

(sparrownestscript)

Yes, I could probably make these myself (I do make my own note cards with prints of photos I've taken), but someone else already has, and so well. How happy would you be to get a sunny yellow envelope in the mail, open it up, and find this happiness inside?


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(happy father's day, indeed!)

I just realized that part of what's drawing me to these is that the font reminds me of my old friend K's handwriting. I think I'll send her a card today!