Friday, April 29, 2011

A Lost Art

I'm talking about writing letters.  Or cards.  Or postcards.  A handwritten note, envelope slightly worn, never fails to bring out the romantic in me.  I save all my letters, and love to reread them.

As of late, I have a stack of 'Thank You' cards, all addressed and ready to be filled with thoughtful words.

I found the most beautiful Mother's Day cards, with little gold dots and glittery writing.  What mother wouldn't want to proudly display one of these on the refrigerator? 

Stationary sets are often too flowery or have words like "Thank You" or "You're Invited."  While browsing Barnes and Noble, chai latte in hand, I happened upon two cute sets for two very special people in my life. 

This charming notecard set is crafted on recycled paper with delicate needlework and vintage looking fabric.  I just adore how spring-like and pretty it is!  The paper is thick and the envelopes green.  I love when they are different colors and I imagine all the other envelopes at the post office are jealous of their bright counterparts. :-) 

I challenge you to find a man friendly set of cards!  I was searching for something to send my soldier to encourage him to write to family and friends, and I stumbled upon these cute  really masculine and tough notecards.  Heck, I want to use them!

 My favorite part of writing notes is the actual pen to paper.  I typically use a uni-ball gel impact because I love the thick fluid lines it gives when writing.  Even I, who have never had the best penmanship, suddenly have a purposely modern scribble.  It glides effortlessly over the paper, but can leave a thick blob of ink if you pause too long. 

I've been writing a lot in my journal and soon enough, when I finally get to that first stack!  What are you busy writing?

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Thinking of you, on your favorite holiday.

My best friend is halfway around the world now, on his second tour.  I miss him terribly. 

After a blissful couple of weeks back home (Fairbanks really does feel like home now),we said our goodbyes.  He packed up his clothes, rubbed kitty and puppy bellies, and pulled on his boots.

Now, I'm clinging to any old t-shirt of his, hugging it and closing my eyes, wishing him home. 

I'm so proud, unbearably so, of my handsome soldier.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Back again...

Do you ever get blogger's block?

I sure do. After an eventful March, I came back armed with tales to regale you all. I started typing away and then got... stuck. So I'm scrapping that idea and just getting back on board. Maybe someday I'll be able to share.

Forgive me?