I really admire those who don’t take their Christmas cards too seriously. Those that walk into Sam’s and just order whatever. Or those that simply order a card from any commercial place. All they have to do is address, stuff and mail. I wish I could just print labels, and buy the stamp available at the grocery store.
Why do I decide to start hand making stuff during the busiest time of year? I wish I wasn’t so ridiculous. And I don’t even think that the result is any better. In fact sometimes it is worse. For instance, last year, my stupid handmade card was illegible because the paper I bought wouldn’t go through most printers. After being rejected by Kinkos and all of the local step-sisters, I ended up doing it on a tiny laser printer; much of the ink rubbed off simply by stuffing the envelope. Lovely. Someone who received it told me, “I loved your Christmas card but I couldn’t read the newsletter.” That’s why I spent way too many hours of my life on the thing.
Disclaimer: I am not wanting to be critical of those who send cards made by someone other than themselves. I love the cards I get in the mail as a way to catch up with people I wish we saw more often. I also am not looking for compliments on my card.
But for some reason, I find great pleasure in making a card. I like coming up with an idea and seeing it through the process. It is an opportunity to feed my creative side.
This year I stayed simple. I printed a color picture on textured paper. Letter on the back. Simple embellishment. Bright envelope. Hand addressed. Return address stamp. Postage stamp that matches. But I still end up spending hours on all the elements. And they are hours I actually enjoy. I just wish I started them each year around June.
I find great pleasure in the hand addressed, specially-chosen stamp, pretty color envelope, etc. The details are fun. And I got them all in the mail yesterday! Praise. The. Lord. Now will I do with my time? Maybe start on valentines….