I love cards.
I love to send cards. I love to receive cards. Most people would agree with me on this level.
Yet, I think I’m falling into the extreme category. My dear sister bought me cards for Christmas – two sets of 12. I bought 35 more cards for myself this month, but most of these don’t count since they are for for Christmas 2008. I made an additional 10 cards by hand. (One doesn’t count; it’s for Christmas!)
Yesterday, I went searching for the perfect card to send my friend as a “Welcome Back from India” and decided that I didn’t have any cards. None. Well, none that I’m willing to give her. Some cards aren’t for giving. They are for keeping and framing.
So, I sat down and made another 9 cards.
Some of these don’t count. Two are for Christmas and three are for Valentine’s Day.
This is my favorite. The pic is from a 1956 encyclopedia. It shows a line of ladies working at Grand Central Station. Isn’t that neat?
I don’t have a problem. Do I?