Now the Christmas cards are starting to drop through the letter box. Started with a drip, then a trickle, one morning next week I'll come downstairs and find the door has caved in under the pressure of the flood!
I love the envelopes with handwritten addresses. They are the best. I feel comfortable about people who still use pens. You don't even need to open it. Leave it on the table and look at the beautiful handwriting and remember all the things you used to do with that person. Then, after unhurried breakfast mindfulness, start to prise it open. What will it reveal this year?
Some early birds ruin their efforts with the standardised printed label, drawing attention to themselves with their hyper-efficiency and leaving you to decipher the postmark and guess who. Much more difficult game and not quite so satisfying. Yesterday, I guessed the wrong Aunty. I was really miffed. I thought I had it sussed, but now the Aunties are copying eachother's modus operandi!
I'll buy some cards and stamps today. Honest. I'll write them tonight and maybe some will cause emotion on the doormat or breakfast table in time for Christmas.
I'm afraid I'm a printed label (ab)user - though I am punished for this because every year I have to re-learn how to do mail merges.
ReplyDeleteDid I say that it was unsurprising that you were a printed label abuser? The thing that does surprise is that you're not a regular mail merger.
DeleteI too like the handwritten ones.. I do it but then my handwriting is so bad it is easy to guess it is me!!
ReplyDeleteGoldilox: They guess it's you and then they start to reminisce. Victim caught and already spun into your web. Thanks for catching my drift.
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