It has been a while since I’ve written. It’s been a while since I’ve been thrift shopping. This pandemic has been a revealing experience in so many ways. In some ways, I’ve been grateful for the forced slowness of life: my evenings are no longer filled with meetings, events, or gatherings. Instead, my sweetheart and I ensure that we are going for a walk each day, I’m re-reading beloved novels, I do crosswords, and I’ve revived my love for writing letters.
There’s something about slow communication that is really special. It takes time to write a sentence in long-hand, cursive, writing. Unless you want your missive to be filled with scribbles, you think through your sentence before you write it because you can’t just back-space and re-compose. It’s thought-full.
I have a lovely little writing desk – I don’t think it’s antique but it feels like it – that I inherited from a friend of my mom’s who passed away several years ago. I store my stationery, journals, and books on writing here.
Most of my stationery is thrifted. There’s something fun about finding pretty writing paper and using a quality pen. I’ve had inkwell pens before but they tend to blob, so I stick to ballpoint – but the wooden one I have here, a gift from my sweetheart, is pretty special.
I wonder if anyone has ever used this kind of stationery before? I picked up this package for 75 cents years ago and have started using it again. you write on the back of it, fold it over and stick it shut with a sticker ( I reinforce it with scotch tape.) You can see where the stamp goes. It’s cool because it eliminates the need for an envelope but it does limit your writing field.
After a previous blog, where I mentioned that I had run out of envelopes, a friend delivered an enormous box of empty envelopes, saved from a card shop. So now I’ve not only got lovely paper to write on but I’ve also got quality envelopes to send my letters in.
I’ve written dozens and dozens of letters in this past year of pandemic and am truly thrilled whenever someone writes me back. Some send me home made cards with their children’s artwork. Some have painted beautiful paintings on card stock or made amazing photos cards. Others have written back on cards or paper that they too have thrifted. The medium doesn’t matter to me, it’s the content that I love… the fact that someone took the time to respond, slowly, thoughtfully… this is what matters to me. It’s something that I hope will survive the pandemic.
What gifts have you discovered in this past year?