You’re just an amateur. Don’t get too excited that a little group of bloggers chose one of your little letters for one of their little online collections. But take this moment of recognition to remember where you came from.
You were never a novelist. Or a poet. Or a playwright. You have no nostalgic reminiscence of hiding under the covers flashlight in hand to write just a few more lines of your short story The Magic Oyster. You couldn’t even manage to keep a diary for more than a month.
You were, however, a letter writer. “List Frank Stationery and Stickers” appeared somewhere on your Birthday Wish List from ages 5-15.
You have a brimming shoe box full of notes to prove your middle school years were fruitful in your development as a letter writer.
Then, all of a sudden—1998 and Hello E-mail. Your exchanged a real name and address for Cheer4BA and your AOL Inbox. You prided yourself on never using ridiculous fonts and colors or cheapening your words with acronyms or smiley faces.
College also found you frequenting the post office and even working for DaySpring who offered a sizable discount on frilly stationery supplies.
Your letter love affair runs deep. Rejoice that you finally found an outlet for it. Give thanks that someone took note of it. And go ahead, do a little dance that your Blog Stats are up 700% from yesterday (You have the line graph to prove it).
Hey, your 24th birthday is next week. Remember your roots add this to your wish list.
Humbly,
Amber
3 Comments
May 6, 2008 at 11:10 pm
You never could write in a card “love, amber” and leave it at that but always had to add your own 2 cents worth. I figured you thought “something personal, something meaningful” just as a cook adds a dash of pepper here, a splash of oil there to a dish. Such is your forte or fate! I think your brain has a battle between the creativeness and orderliness of your giftedness. To spreadsheet or not to spreadsheet….
May 8, 2008 at 1:16 am
i’m a huge stationary lover as well! i stalk kate’s paperie store in the city and online i’m big fan of:www.thestationerystudio.com/
January 16, 2009 at 6:39 am
I know exactly what you’re going thru. I bought a house in Timbuktu and turned it into a hotel (see my website). Imagine you have a full house which is the case on the day before the Festival of Essakane and your guests want to have hot coffee or tea and the electricity does not cooperate.
Or, after having learned from your mistakes, you buy a rechaud powered by gas and the gas bottle empties exactly the day before the Festival which is no problem any other day but because of the festival you cannot find a single gas flask even though a truck full has arrived from Bamako yet the person in charge of unloading it cannot be found. This winter the hotel stayed closed and I enjoy the beautiful weather in Miami Beach!
One thing I guarantee you: whenever you return to your hometown you’ll appreciate everything and everybody much more than before you left.
Maybe you visit Timbuktu and stop by my place next winter. Greetings Christine