The Art of Card Giving
This last summer I decided to put an end to birthday and event card giving. It began to pain me that people spend $4.99 on up for a greeting card that’s badly written and then when given to the friend it’s usually read once and you’re lucky if they even save it. I mean, most of the time, what’s the point? Why not just throw an Abe Lincoln in the trash and save yourself the trip?
So, no more Hallmark greeting crap for friends and family. But, there were still going to be times that I wanted to say something to someone with a card– as we are all want to do at some point– so I went out and picked up 100 Fabriano cards and envelopes. These cards are really quite nice. Thick paper stock and manufactured out of the finest Italian paper pulp. Now, aside from the obvious quality and elegance, these cards end up pricing out at $.40 a pop. I use them rather regularly now, including a small note to someone with a present or something. And I’ve had a number of people tell me they find it impossible to throw out because it’s so rare anyone writes a personal note these days. I like that. I don’t do anything artsy with them, I simply write a handwritten note to the recipient using a fine felt tip pen..
With that idea of personalization in mind, I was really pleased this last Wednesday, my birthday, when Terry gave me the home made card you can find below. It’s probably the funniest birthday card I’ve ever seen. Yes, that’s my face, but no that scene never occurred. Not that it would be a bad thing if it were true because I hear chef students are a wild bunch and enjoy working with food during…well…you know.
Thanks Terry and thanks to everyone who showed up at Firefly on Wednesday night (including George Clooney, who may not have been there for me, but that’s OK) to help celebrate my birthday. I’m the old bastard now. But I’m not the really old bastard yet.
