The Handwritten Card — A Lost Art
I received a handwritten card recently from a new friend and member of the Meetup group, Boutique Ladies. I can’t think of the last time I’ve received such a sweet surprise. With the advent of emails and smart phones, few of us take time out of their busy lives to sit down and write. Don’t get me wrong, I am delighted when I receive an email or text from someone just checking in to see how I am or just to say hello. But a note is magical.
I imagine her sitting in a quiet place — perhaps her dining table or a side table with a fringed lamp and a bouquet of anemones perched on a white lace cloth. I imagine a fountain pen. The scene unfolds before me as out of an Edwardian novel — a slower pace when ladies had time, and indeed it was one of their duties to correspond.
Our lives have become so filled with hubris. We are in a constant state of motion. I think I’d like to slow down a bit, perhaps pick up a fountain pen and some fine paper . . . or a card?