Let’s take back the world one card at a time! When and why did we ever start buying store-bought cards anyway? How come we’re still spending between $3 and $10 for a factory-produced card penned by some fancy writer who doesn’t even know either the recipient or the sender? How come?
Starting today–everyone who is reading this–swear you’ll never buy another card again. (OK, you don’t have to swear never. You can simply take a vow that you will try to do your part to increase creativity and joy in the world. Never again need you trot to the store and read what someone else has written or view what someone else has visually produced. You can write the sentiments yourself! Or nicely print quotes that you’ve Googled on the Internet. You can find images to paste or doodle your own drawings.)
You can do it! We can do it! It’s a revolution in the making! Let’s take back some control from the big corporations. Let’s have a grassroots movement! Taking back the world one card at a time! Let’s stamp it on the back of our homemade cards. Let’s DO it!
I’ve been making cards–OK, sporadically–for maybe a decade. The first batches of cards consisted of dried wildflowers and plants. Have you tried this? First you find the most beautiful blooming wildflowers or other pieces of nature which can be flattened between heavy dictionaries or encyclopedias. Then you let them dry forever–just until you’ve completely forgotten your project. Then finally one day, maybe six months later, you remember. You open your dictionary and there are the perfectly dried specimens.
You then buy your card stock and glue. I used a brand called Mod Podge, painting the backs of the flowers and stems and leaves enough to cover but not too much. If you paint on too much glue it simply makes a mess. The entire art of this particular project involves the dynamics of glue. You had better put newspaper all over your kitchen table. It’s not fun to clean up wild trailings of glue.
Then you simply send your creations to friends and family across the world. I didn’t usually bother to write poetry-words or rhyming-words within the card. You know me. I just started babbling, “Hi! How you doing? Hope you have a happy birthday this year. Darn, wish we could be with you…”
I guarantee your recipient will love the personal letter even more than a factory verse that is being shared with 5,000,000 other people around the planet. I guarantee your words will be more precious to the recipient even if they’re spelled wrong or if you can’t think of what to write. Just say–“I love you, I’m thinking of you…”
These days I’ve abandoned the work of harvesting wildflowers, shame, shame. These days I opt for the easy way. What, you ask, is the easy way?
The easy way is to buy a calendar you love every year. When the year hath ended, cut up the calendar and make cards.
Here’s another way to recycle. When someone sends you a card you love: don’t throw it away. Make it into another card! That gets a little tricky because you have to remember who sent you the card in the first place. Unless they are artistic souls who would be overjoyed to receive their card back. In tiny invisible letters pencil the name of the card-giver. Erase the letters before affixing to the card stock.
As for affixing images, old cards or even tea bags to card stock–you can use “clear adhesive dots” with names such as ZOTS or double-sided adhesive squares. Very fancy. Very easy. Very nice.
OK, have I convinced you? Are we taking back the card world? By next year at this time do you think anyone will still be sending mass-produced cards to express personal loving caring compassionate sentiments?
Let’s do it! Move it on over, big corporations. We’re taking back our words and creativity and independence. (OK, even if we have to cut out used images made by other folks. At least it’s a start!)
P.S. Do any of you make cards already? What kinds? Please share!
P.S.S. Do you remember our motto? Taking back the world one card at a time.”
P.S.S. On a personal note, we are all excited. Our son is flying in tonight at 11:30 p.m. from San Diego for a nine-day visit. Hurray!