Correspondence...

Today people seldom sit down to write letters. Some of us still hold on to the tradition of sending an occasional thank you note or greeting card, but a letter with an actual stamp, written just to say hello and correspond with someone about life, is seldom the means of communication that we choose to use. Now it is all about email, wall posts, and text messages. Short and to the point. Letters have become a thing of the past...even the post office is downsizing because of the lack of letters that are being sent.

I remember writing letters to friends and family as a child and how much I loved it. I am sure this is when my paper and stationery obsession began. I remember practicing my handwriting with the Big Chief tablets. I remember loving it when they finally taught us how to write in cursive. Yes, total geek...I know.

Recently my dad brought me a copy of a letter that I had sent my grandparents as a child. He found it in a box of old photos and memories. I had to share.

If you know me, you can imagine me writing this at about 8 years old or so...I was probably sitting on my ivory daybed with gold trim, side ponytail with a scrunchy in the hair, with some kind of matching neon outfit or awesome koolot on. You can picture it if you grew up in the 80's.



I like the 1985 stationery...the use of pigs and hearts. They are images that just don't get enough credit these days. I'm drawn to the peachy/brown and orange color palette. It's just not utilized the way it once was in design. Cranes should think about a new line incorporating these ideas.

Most of all, I love the dramatic tone in my writing. Poor me. Crying for 10 minutes...driven up a wall! Where's the justice? Didn't my parents recognize this. Obviously Mikey was too busy selling an old pizza store.

Wow.

Drama queen at 8? Yeah, maybe. My poor parents.

Maybe now I'm understanding why I love correspondence so much...perhaps it is the communicative release to my personal pain.

Please tell me you can sense the sarcasm? Hee hee.