a whole lotta love

I love fine greeting cards, everything about them. I love their heavy weight and thready texture, how the paper quickly nips in the ink of a nice felt-tip. I love grazing through card collections of cool and crafty, balmy-scented shops. I love drooling over delicate letterpress creations, running my fingerprints over their subtle indentations. I love getting them, the hand-addressed envelope, especially when no particular occasion calls for it. I love their simplicity, and how unerringly savvy their messages can be.

But the niftiest thing about these cards? It's how there's a perfect one for absolutely every occasion. Why, just the other day I just saw the sweetest sympathy card for the death of a friend's pet rock...