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A letter a day keeps the sadness away……..

A lady named Jennifer Tigges has decided to write a letter – a handwritten note – every day for all of 2012. She is chronicling her letter-writing campaign on a website called “A Letter A Day Keeps The Sadness Away.”

Note for today from "A letter a day keeps the sadness away"

Most of you know – but for those of you who don’t – I have a handmade stationery business also called A Reason To Write. Jennifer wrote and asked me if I would be willing to donate some cards. Now you might be thinking that was kind of bold, but I am all about the “it doesn’t hurt to ask” modus operandi and said sure.

Today she used one of my cards – you can see the post here (you will have to scroll to the bottom of the post to see the card). In the post she talks about a very interesting book called Strengths 2.0.

Anywho, I love the idea of dedicating time to letter write. I am feeling a little inspired. 😉

I cannot remember the last time I received a handwritten letter – can you? Do tell, who was it from?

Going Live………..

Before we moved to India, I was a small business owner. Yippeee for me. But I totally got away from it because it was just too hard to manage from a distance. But no more!

A Reason To Write is back. The website – complete with shopping cart – went live today.

Enjoy!

Oh, and you can get a discount on all orders until March 31st by entering the discount code “ThankYou” in the shopping cart when checking out. And, Thank YOU!

Metro Malaise……..

I recently wrote about how I was willing to sit in traffic for one hour and forty-five minutes to avoid riding on the metro. That reminded me of a story – so, lucky you. Today is metro story day.

Many years ago, I worked in Washington, D.C., and I rode the metro to work every flippin’ day – both ways – uphill in the snow- barefooted – with only dropped breadcrumbs to help me find my way home. I hated it. Mostly because people are rude and sometimes gross. Very gross. They pick at things on themselves while riding on the metro that they wouldn’t even pick at when looking at themselves in a mirror – alone in their bathrooms. And, they shove. And, they play their music too loudly. And, they sing horribly and horribly loud. And, they are too free with very personal information. And, I am not picking on people who weigh too much – but sharing a seat with someone whose butt is bigger than your not-so-tiny buttocks is too squishy. And, as I mentioned, they smell – and not all sorts of loverly flowers in a meadow smells – icky smells. And I just happen to be all about a good seat – which is impossible to find in rush hour the metro.

Okay.

And, maybe – just maybe – I am a brat. Maybe not – but possibly likely.

As it happens, there was a day when I got a great seat – near the door but on the aisle side – and the metro wasn’t too crowded. There were just a few people standing. So, there is this guy standing just across from me. We see each other – look away – I try not to giggle – he tries not to notice me trying not to giggle. This goes on for several stops. People come in and go off the train. Sometimes we have eye contact sometimes we don’t. Which was great because it was becoming awkward. I wanted so much to say something to him but I just did not know how.

Finally, it looked like he was getting ready to get off the train. So, I quickly ripped a piece of paper from my book and scribbled a note on it. I got up the nerve and handed him the note as he was leaving the train. My face became flush because it was really awkward. He smiled. I giggled and quickly looked away. And he walked backwards out the door.

I still cannot believe I handed him the note. I am glad I did but I am not so sure he felt the same way.

What I did not realize was that I would be left on the train with all the people who saw me give this strange man a note. Jeez Louise. Really? I got a few knowing stares and I wanted to scream, “His fly was down. Seriously, you could have turned your music down and stopped picking at yourself long enough to have told him that and saved me the embarrassment.” But, alas, I just tucked my nose into my book.

What about you – do you have a funny metro story – do you tell people when their zipper is down or they have lipstick on their teeth?

Pimp My Font……..

As you might recall, in a previous life I had a handmade stationery business. So, it makes perfect sense that I am always on the prowl for the perfect font. And handwriting fonts are my favorite fontalicious variety of font.

Holy font, batman – if you love fonts, I have great news for you.

There’s a young lady named Amanda and she likes to make fonts out of handwriting samples. No, dear font freak, I am not kidding. And she gives them away for, say it with me, FREE. Seriously. And, yes, I love her! And her fonts are fontfabulous. She has an entire line of “pea” fonts. If you don’t know what I mean, check her and her delicious fonts out at Kevin and Amanda’s Free fonts.

You can thank me later.

Things are looking up…

I just found out that there is a city in India called Hyderabad. AKA – the City of Pearls. Now we are talking. I don’t know what I have been so worried about. What could be wrong with a country that has a city named after pearls. And I was a Chi Omega – our stone is a pearl  – this was meant to be.

hyderabad_india_

Please don’t bring me down by reminding me of the Yellow Brick Road – it looked so shiny and bright – but really not so much – there was that whole crazy wizard at the end and the flying monkeys. That didn’t go so well. Yeah, I know, we’re not in Kansas any more. But Dorothy took care of the witch so I shouldn’t need the ruby slippers – but pearls. Hmmm. That’s another story.

Now, that’s a good question

I’ve been asked by quite a few people if I am going to homeschool my children in India – ha ha, that’s pretty funny – and NO! There is a perfectly wonderful American School in India and they will go there.

So, what was the good question? What will I do with my handmade stationery business? I don’t know exactly – now I sound like a politician – but seriously, I don’t know. But  I am taking as many orders as I can handle before I leave. You can see some designs at www.areasontowrite.com and, of course, you can call/email me if you want to see something that isn’t on the site. So, if you think you would like to order something, please just let me know!