Monday, December 9, 2013
"Oh", she exclaimed to her friends, "I love Christmas cards."
"I can't be bothered with them" said her friend in reply.
"Same for me" said the third friend. "I just send an email these days. So much cheaper and easier. One email, all the addresses, send. Merry Christmas."
I could tell the first woman felt as though she had been put in her place. She said no more. I was thinking she should cross those two off her Christmas card list pronto. But the sad thing is that so many people seem to think the same way as her two friends.
When I first had Small Acorns I used to go totally overboard with my Christmas card buying. The buying is always done in April or thereabouts, and then by the time the indents arrived in October and November I would be wondering what on earth I must have been thinking to buy so many cards. But at the end of the season we would have very few left, and my purchasing would be vindicated.
The last year or two, I've realistically faced up to the fact that people are sending less Christmas cards. I do believe that even I may have succumbed to a Christmas email or two or several. The pressures of the season. Everyone is so busy. I have good intentions but then I run out of time. I need to say Merry Christmas. I guiltily write the email, but at least our friends hear from us.
Not this year.
Hearteningly, people who love stationery, feel the same way as I do. We may send less cards, but the ones we send are heartfelt and special.
Will you take the snail mail challenge with me?
Friday, December 6, 2013
Clearly he thought she must have been crazy, but said perhaps I was right, there were obviously a few people who liked old drawers as much as me. And when would I be paying him back?
Amanda xx Pin It
Monday, December 2, 2013
There was a message.
"Where are you? I need you to call me. Yes, look, uh, just call quickly. As soon as you get this message. Call me back - please."
Maybe I was mishearing the tone, but it sounded urgent, grim even. At 8 in the morning. The worst went through my mind. I rang home, and got the answer phone. Hung up, dialed again. Still the same.
I gave it a couple of minutes and rang again. Still the answer phone. And again and again and again.
Time to ring my brother. He answered with his professional 'mr busy' voice, as if he didn't know who was calling despite the caller id. Without any preamble he announced he'd have to call me back and hung up. Now I really was thinking the worst. I dialed Mum & Dad's number yet again, and it still went straight to answer phone. I left another message. I was heading to a client appointment. I didn't know what was so urgent, but why was no-one answering the phone, and could they call me asap on my mobile.
I broke all my own rules and left the phone volume up so I could hear it ringing during my client appointment. Still nothing from either parent or my brother.
After the appointment I got to the car and rang again. Finally Mum answered. She sounded quite calm. "Oh, you got through your appointment quickly" she said. Well yes, I had something grim/urgent/desperate/life or death-type scenario on my mind the whole time. What was wrong? Why the panicky message?
"Oh well, it's just that I'm going shopping this morning, and I've seen an old imperial pint milk bottle and I wondered if you wanted it for your collection".
Perhaps not life or death, but urgent all the same!! And yes, I took the opportunity to add to my collection.
P.S Incidentally, my brother finally called me back 12 hours later. He was just 'mr busy'.