Saturday, December 24, 2011

E Cards

Really?  for Christmas??

I am so not a fan.  Please don't bother to send me an ecard. 
It clearly shows that you don't know me at all, and the thought that went into sending it, was really, not a thought at all.

I love paper.  I know people think that paper and cards are redundant or obsolete, but not me.  As long as there is colored  designed paper and wonderful pens to write with in this world, I will be happy.

One blogger even wrote that the image of women gluing shit onto other shit is a way for them to be occupied and not claiming their own power in business.  (Occupy the Paper?) Um.  Okay.  A little angry and sarcastic and clearly not the girl who liked art.  Or whose art projects just ended up looking like a blob of glue and some torn up construction paper.  Sad.  A dear friend owns a business that does just that, and she is doing well, thanks.  (Maybe I can hook the two of them up to release Angry Girl's inner artist)

And then I get a Jacquie Lawson card in the inbox.  I LOVE these.  This woman is creative, sweet and clearly puts thoughts into her cards.  These I don't mind.  But I secretly think that they are vestiges of my Scottish Grandmother from Heaven reminding me of my heritage, and telling me in gaelic that I had better remember the true things.

The point of all of this is that if you are a writer and you love books and the written language, you don't want anything but a paper and pen card in the mail.  There is something about a person's handwriting that it truly and uniquely "them" and they don't even know it.  It is heart puller when I get one from a friend and Christmas is supposed to be all about and only about Love, so as insipid as it sounds, I feel both Love and loved when I get a handwritten card.

And yes, okay, I know it isn't very "green of me".  I recycle the fronts and use them as Tags, okay? Back off.

A bigwig tech CEO told me once that we will soon be a paperless society.  Not if I can help it.  I plan to send Christmas cards until I face down in my pudding.