I really should have bought all my Christmas cards by now, but I’m ashamed to say I haven’t.
I really should have sat down at the table and written, in my best handwriting, my cards.
What I shouldn’t have done, is leave it to the last minute again and admit I haven’t even bought them all yet, never mind written them out.
I love writing, and do it every day in one way or another. I’m used to doing my communicating via a laptop nowadays though, and the only handwriting I do is in the form of notes in my notepad, or lists of things I need to do.
(Believe me, I need a list. If I don’t have a list then it usually doesn’t get done. At least if it’s on a list it reminds me to do it, and I get the satisfaction of putting a big fat line through it to show that it’s been done.)
When it comes to writing 50 or so handwritten cards though, my hand practically goes into spasm as it’s physically not written so much for ages.Bashing at a keyboard isn’t the same as holding a pen.
I know that’s a crap excuse, and I should just get my finger out and get them written.It’s much nicer to receive a hand written card through the snail mail post and delivered through your door than a round robin one on Facebook, isn’t it? However nice the Facebook ones are, a card through your door means someone has painstakingly written a card, sealed it up and traipsed to the post box to send it to you. Not just pressed a button on the computer.
Snail mail seems more of an effort, really.
Guess a trip to the card shop is in order for me tomorrow then.