One of the things I'd like to work on in the next year is correspondence. I am spectacularly bad at this. I cannot count the number of times I've gotten Christmas cards filled out for 25 people, only to have them sit in a drawer until Easter when I finally get rid of them out of frustration. I am also bad with birthday cards, baby announcements and, as noted in my last post, thank you cards. I mean to change this. I love recieving real mail, the kind that doesn't request money or advertise a product. To this end I've decided to take on written correspondence as a sort of hobby. I've set aside time for it on Friday afternoons, and I've asked Zach to buy me a few related products for my birthday.
I want to get an address stamp with the name of my house (Bryn Dial), our family name (Griffith) and our address, a signet ring, some sealing wax and some nice paper and envelopes. I like the idea of communicating by snail mail. Sure, I can e-mail, but it's just not the same. I am hoping that by approaching letter-writing as a pleasant, enjoyable enterprise I can get over this life long aversion I have to mailing things.