Currently, the bulk of this collection sits in a box in my study, along with an assortment of birthday cards, Christmas cards and gift tags. I never thought I'd be the type of person who has one of "those boxes", but I am. Thankfully, I have yet to become as OCD as my mother who has her box of cards indexed. Yes, INDEXED. There's birthdays (sub-sectioned into ages 1-10, teens, 18th, 21st, various milestone adult ages, regular adult, funny adult, inspirational adult); anniversary; engagement; marriage; birth; illness; blank; and sympathy. Thankfully, I don't need to keep a stock of sympathy cards handy. But as LB is 73 now, and lots of her friends are popping their clogs, so she gets through a good stack of sympathy cards. She also goes to a lot of funerals. They're quite the social occasion for the over-70s.
My box of cards does not contain any sympathy cards, or illness cards, or even anniversary cards; but it does contain a lot of postcards. And I've decided it's time to start using them for their intended purpose.
It saddens me sometimes that in our modern, technologically advanced world, you can end up going for weeks, sometimes months without receiving a piece of handwritten mail. That is, mail which is not a bill. When I was a kid, I had several pen pals - one of whom to this day is still a very dear friend, whom I've visited several times in her homeland of Sweden. That excitement of receiving a handwritten letter from a friend can never be replaced by email; and so I've decided that I would like to share a little excitement with all my friends, by sending them postcards. I'm not going to do it all at once - I'll only do a few a week, but it's a project I'm determined to devote at least an hour each week to.
This is the first card I sent.
I took a bunch of these "Thank You Project" cards when I first saw them in an Avant Card stand a few years ago and thought they'd be good ones to start with. It also dawned on me, as I was flicking through my address book trying to decide who to send it to, that my lovely friend Shelley (who came to NYC with me and whose gorgeous swimming pool saved me from dying of the heat in Adelaide at Christmas!) and I have been friends for 20 years. Scary, but true. So I thought I'd remind her of that fact, and let her know how much I value her friendship. She loved it so much she put that photo (above) on facebook to tell the world, which in turn, made me feel good for sending her the card! Just a win-win all around I'd say.
So I'm going to keep on sending out postcards all year long. No one will know when they'll get one, or what it will be of (the one I sent my friend Kat was from New Orleans - Bourbon Street - circa 1995), but I'm hoping that when they do, they'll smile. And maybe do a little jig of joy or a squee of delight.