snail mail is fun

I'm pretty sure everyone loves getting real mail. Since most mail now is completely forgettable (or payable- with absolutely no fun involved in that) I think it's even better when a real card hand addressed is delivered to your door! It's like a surprise just for you and has the capability to perk up anyones afternoon.

Welcome the "We've Moved" line of stationary. In my opinion the only card that could possibly be classier than this tangible announcement of a life milestone is the oft forgotten but always appreciated Thank You note.

Here are some adorable ideas for change of address cards that I found on Etsy.com. I also love the fact that Etsy allows you to support an artist and you can even specify someone local to where you live.

I'll hopefully be receiving mine by snail mail in a few days. Check your mailbox soon to see which card I chose ;)

If Betty Draper ever finally decides to move out of Don's house.

This playful spoof on the elementary school game of guessing your future. The inside reads: "Well it was right about one thing. We got a house!"

These can be personalized to look like the people moving- including your pet! I'm assuming these hipsters are moving in or out of the Mission. See their lack of enthusiasm?

If Daniel Johnston took a Zoloft and designed stationary.

I heart letterpress.

A little life story of how you got to where you are now. Super cute.

All images courtesy of Etsy.com

Safe & Sound in Paris

We are finally all moved in and semi-unpacked in our new house!

The internet was just hooked up- to be honest I had to wait until Ryan came home from a business trip to do it because it involved venturing down into the super creepy basement and that I just don't do. So sorry for the delay in posts.

Will post some pics and little anecdotes of how we're settling into this adorable but definite one-horse town hopefully soon. But I'll give you a hint- leave your computer skills, major credit cards, and non-blue-blood family Last name where you came from- none of these things are necessary here in Paris.

But for now I'm fixin' to take a nap while listenin' to church bells....