New Years cards if you guiltily failed to send Christmas greetings
Yes. I cut and pasted the Suzuki violin players
into a snowy scene with no coats - I be thinking
"Those wooden instruments can't take the cold!"
not, Those kids are gonna get frostbite..."
It happens every year.
Someone sends me Christmas greetings and they arrive December 24, too late for me to reciprocate in a timely fashion that would indicate I thought of them without needing them to think of me first.
Oops!
Some years, I've sent New Year's cards, or even Valentine's Day cards, as a way of showing I'm no slave to the calendar. I can think of you any day of the year! And I don't need a Hallmark card to prove it.
Calendar-, Clocks-, and Commitment-Phobia!
It's a thing, right? A valid medical condition to excuse my contrarianism about the obligatory sending of greeting cards according to someone else's dictates?
I don't blame Joyce Hall - honest, I don't:
The founder of Hallmark cards was a Nebraskan
and his story is so worthy (Scroll Down), it merits a post of its own. I could've sworn I'd posted one already, but apparently, no, it's still buried somewhere in my files of things I intend to publish. Someday. Maybe. This post was going to be all about me and my memory lapses and my attempts to compensate with belated greeting cards.
I make my own cards,
cut and paste, not photoshop, because I'm *Computer-Phobic as well, or techno-challenged, anyway. And I could post dozens of examples here - if I could only FIND MY PHOTOS buried in my hard drive.
What do YOU do when you realize you've failed to send a greeting card?
J.C. HALL, HALLMARK FOUNDER, IS DEAD - The New York Times
Oct 30, 1982 - All told, the company turns out eight million greeting cards each day, ... It was Joyce Hall who got Hallmark to sponsor the Hallmark Hall of ...
Founding: 1910s - Hallmark Corporate
Our story begins in 1910, when 18-year-old Joyce Clyde Hall stepped off a train in Kansas City, Mo., with nothing but two shoeboxes of postcards under his arm.
Joyce C. Hall, founder of Hallmark Cards, Inc., overcame poverty and a lack of a formal education to become the architect of an industry and live the American dream. Born Aug. 29, 1891, in tiny David City, Nebraska.....
So many goodies in his obit!
''I'd like to be the kind of a friend you've been to me.''
''Work is how I have fun''
''In those days, if you didn't work, you didn't eat. And I liked to eat.''
You'd think he was the one who WROTE the cards - I guess he must have read and internalized a lot of the sentiments!
I'm with you all the way in sharing those sentiments (insights). :)
I think he was the one who wrote the cards, or was highly influential in their messages. Kind of remember that from your post with a link to his obit.
What do I do when I have failed to send a card?........
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I stopped doing cards about 10 or so years ago. And I remember very clearly one very upset person who didn't understand why I didn't, and still don't, see the point in spending money on a card just to scribble our names inside for it to be thrown in the bin a week later.
The abuse that was heaped upon me!!!! It was as though it were the greatest offence. How dare I didn't give them a side of throwaway cardboard to go with a thoughtful personalised gift.
Handmade cards are a different matter! Those are to be kept and cherished. And if I had the inclination/time/creativity/non-laziness... --a vast assortment of other excuses--... I would make them. 😆
I'm terrible.
I think of people a lot... I love the people in my life... but I'm not a card person...
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"a side of throwaway cardboard" - I love you @ kaelci!!
Hallmark cards (or whatever brand you buy) are NOT inexpensive. It's not unusual to spend $3 to $9 on a single greeting card, and extra postage for the odd sizes. That's another thing. Postage stamps. I remember when they went up to ten cents. Ten for a dollar - highway robbery, Grandma said - she didn't live to see two for a dollar stamps.
Gift wrap - hooo boy, should I confess? - "Brown Paper Packages Tied Up with String" - yeah! Recycle that cardboard, and the brown paper that comes as packaging, or go to the newspaper office and pick up "end rolls" (for free!") of blank paper. It is recyclable, unlike gift wrap. Bows and ribbons? I re-use those, a wire ribbon that folds down to nothing. Year after year. Sometimes a flower, a twig, some leaves, as added adornment, if I feel ambitious.
Gift wrap. Token gifts. The ghastly STUFF manufactured for high school graduates, the trinkets for teachers, the coffee mugs, the "thoughtful" gestures that waste money and resources and clog landfills!
I am worse than The Grinch. But I am ecologically aware, unlike a lot of do-gooders and feel-good altruists who clog our homes with paper clutter (how can I throw away a $5 birthday card) and gift wrap and packaging and TRINKETS nobody wants!!!
**Happy New Year **
I don't send any cards. I don't see the point. The friends I have we can talk over the phone, we send texts and pictures of our respective Christmas trees... what's the point of sending a card that says the same thing?
Oh, I couldn't resist buying wrapping paper, but I said no to gift bags and reused those lying around the house!
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I love the style of this post. I wrote a post about the Biro brothers once, this reminded me of that for some reason, I guess it is the origin of something that has become an institution in itself ballpoint pens and hallmark. (Wow I just looked it up, it was 2 years ago! How did that happen? and even more wowish, it attracted over 11 big one's, those were the days. )
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I am a well intended card posting list writer, and also an old school cutter and paster in the most literal way. I have stitched a few too and actually sent some out, but not as many as I have intended.
as the Papa says - Here is proof...
I had a list of people I was sending to this year and invested a fair amount of thought and planning, I love Christmas and snail mail, but I just can't seem to be able to EVER get Christmas cards out in time.
My family moved home a week before Christmas and I have been unwell, so this year was a particular challenge (and of course I failed), but I can't use it as a legitimate excuse because I fail every year, always do, pre-Christmas time is too crazy.
I share your notion regarding stipulated days to send cards and greetings, I have never observed Valentines day with my husband (except the first year we met, his boss at the time told him he was a fool not to buy flowers for his New girl friend - and he made him do it, he was right he would have been a foolish boy to not make an effort in those early days, although telling me that his boss made him do it was foolish too, silly boy. His honestly is a double edged sword, but an attribute nonetheless 😂) .
I just saw the throw away cardboard comment my cards are made from throw away cardboard. Upcycled.
His honestly is a double edged sword, but an attribute nonetheless -
You're talking about MY husband! All that I treasure most about him (his honesty, for one thing) is equally what drives me crazy about him ("Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies," the song goes - tell me I'm still the most beautiful woman you ever knew, even though it's been 30+ years since you got out of rural Nebraska, honey!).
I'm selfishly gratified to hear that you, despite your intentions, also don't get all those Christmas greetings in the mail on time. You are not alone!
Your husband's Valentine story is priceless - especially the party where he didn't have to tell you his boss put him up to it!
Thanks for reading and commenting. Youre replies are worthy of being posts!
Yes I often wish he would spin me some lies, but his genuine honesty is a rare gem (most of the time).
It was our anniversary on the weekend.
We observe it based on the traditional themes. 1st, paper, we made books.
2nd, cotton, cross-stitch
3rd, leather? Maybe? Made something. Nothing the likes of your erotic fiction mind you, but thoughtful and with the theme...
Well, I might discuss at length in a future post how things went awry with his literal interpretations of stainless steel, let's just say we have a NO KITCHEN APPLIANCES RULE NOW! To safe guard our marriage we decided to choose something together to commemorate 😂 We have some cool stuff.
It was our 18th anniversary on the weekend, we just moved house, hadn't arranged anything, so... We took the kids to the thrift store, we call them opshops ( opportunity shops), but I try to speak American" on steemit, or no-one knows what I'm talking about.
18th is porcelain, we chose each other second hand porcelain for a couple of bucks and made cards.
I said, "Do you want to get a baby sitter like normals and go out to dinner?"
We looked at each other, he gingerly sized up the situation, and our faces both clearly said we didn't really want to go anywhere.
His was so tired from all he does for me and all the stressing he does for all of us, he had already given everything. My gift was not having to pretend he wanted to go to dinner.
Your song quote reminds me, I must go back to one of your last chapters. The lady and The Doc were in the midst of a romantic interlude, and you inserted some song words into my head, I can't remember when but it will come to me.
I like your use of exhaustipation too BTW. It is one of my favourite combination words, I like happenstance too but exhaustipation is fantastic.
You read my awful March Madness story - I hope you didn't read it to the end. I need to delete that embarrassment ASAP. But thank you for thinking of it - and now I can't imagine what song I had in mind! (Probably a Goethe poem?)
I love this line: I often wish he would spin me some lies, but his genuine honesty is a rare gem (most of the time).
Good husbands. :) Their honesty. What we love most about a person is often what we hate the most. I've never quite comprehended that conundrum. But you just reminded me that I have another story in progress, and Love/Hate is the theme. :)