Monday, March 3, 2014

Gifted Words

Notecards in small envelopes send something extra that no other vehicle for communication can quite accomplish
I bought  a box of twenty-four notecards last week in a shop for just $6. I fell in love with them. Each one is unique and an exquisite little gem accompanied by its own envelope. I adore notecards as a way to send the gift of a few personal lines of thought to somebody. There are so many different kinds of note cards for this purpose. The best, in my opinion, are blank inside leaving you a space to express yourself in words or art. This particular little box of notecards is put out by the Punch Studio and feature mages from The Krishner Decorative Arts Collection. On the back of the box are these words:  "Ephemera is a term for everyday paper documents printed for temporary use such a postcards, product labels, calendars, tickets and greeting cards. Although most pieces of early ephemera were intended  to be discarded, many of the surviving antique images are now quite precious and hame become highly collectible." I love that the temporary beauty of these things is now the highly collectable and have been reprinted onto the cover of these cards as beauty from a bygone era. I like to think, as I am gifting a few of my words to people they receive a little bit of beauty along with them as they open the envelope. And maybe those ephemera words of mine will one day become quite precious to them. Some of my favorite cards found in my new Punch Studio notecards:

There were lots to choose from!

Thursday, February 27, 2014


Some of my large collection. If you have ever written to me, you might be a part of my collection.

What's to become of the handwritten letter? I have been thinking how the art of the handwritten letter is becoming a thing of the past. Everything is sent electronically through the computer or iphone. Though today we type and Tweet and Text more about ourselves then ever before, it disappears into the ether of cyber space and somebody told me once we will be the least documented age. Could that be true? What an old fashioned thing writing a letter in our own handwriting has become! And yet what a personal, much more intimate and more permanent thing a letter received via the postal service is, especially one written without the help of a machine. Today while doing something else, I happened upon a large, ongoing file I have been collecting over the years for quite a lot of years now actually. . . letters written in the hand of a family member or friend. How can I express the emotions I felt reading the thoughts which people I love (some of them gone now) have sent me in their own unique handwriting? My grandmother's penmanship grows shakier through the years as she ages. My children's round, childish printing, my dad's angular uppercase printing, my mother's flowing script. A bit of each person is there encapsulated in their handwriting along with their thought-out sentences and spelling mistakes and complete words with out any chopped up English written in "text speak". It occurred to me that hand written letters are art, documentation, journaling, and very personal. Someday writing letters will become a quaint hobby rediscovered by artistic folks. I write a letter to my daughter, far away now, every week. I'm glad I do, and I plan to step things up a bit and write to more of my friends and family by hand too, without a machine. Just me, a pen and some paper with all my misspellings and imperfect handwriting for as long as there is a postal service to aid me in sending people I care about a little piece of my personal self, I will hand write letters. And who knows, maybe one of them has a collection too and my thoughts and handwriting will be there, safe, to be viewed by the future, leaving a trace of myself behind that wasn't deleted by a delete button.