Sunday December 19, 2004
Aaaaahhhhh. All of my Christmas Cards are sent (except one…waiting on an address), and we mailed out the only package that is going out this year. Thank goodness! That was weighing so heavy on my mind. I haven’t done Christmas Cards for years due to cost. This is the first year in a long time we could afford to get the cards, a picture printed for most of them, and postage. We couldn’t afford the super pretty cards, but I like the ones we picked.
One of these years I will try to go back to designing the Christmas Cards again…I really need to get out my art supplies. I can’t really paint until Zane gets old enough, but I could pull my pencils and maybe my pastels out. I feel so much better when I am able to do my artsy fartsy stuff. Knitting has sort of filled that void for the time being, but there is nothing quite as magical or fullfilling as transforming a blank canvas into something thought provoking or beautiful.
I LOVED it when I could send out the cards you designed. You did them for many years when you were home. There should be one (at least) for every year around here someplace. People asked about the cards you created for years. In fact, I still get comments about them. Thats one assignment you took very seriously. My mom always taught us that a Christmas card should contain something about the true meaning of Christmas. I don’t think I’ve ever sent out a Santa card. If others want to do that, I have no problem with that. It’s just not for me. I’ve sent out a lot of angels, nativity scenes in different art styles, and some Lion laying down with the lamb. Thats one of my favs. All year!
What was interesting, is that Laurie remembered that teaching too. Her cards aren’t as strictly ‘true meaning’ in the religous sense. Often hers are ‘homey’ scenes. Pictures of family and decorated homes etc. Frequently a farm home scene.
Bob, I’m not sure about. He sends out ‘Matchbox’ (funny) cards, usually. This year it was about the top 10 things the raindeer say on their Christmas eve flight. He also sent me a copy of an e-mail that his friend gave him. Very funny!
I really miss our ‘real’ tree sometimes. As you know, your dad is allergic to them. There was something about cutting down the cedar tree from the folks’ pasture. The hay trailor hitched to dads old tractor, the bumpy ride to the back pasture, finding ‘just the right tree’, cutting it down, attaching the rope to it and draging it to the trailor, and finding out that it’s about a foot or 2 too tall, in spite of the fact that we thought it was only about 2′ tall to begin with!
Congrats on getting cards out! Good job!!!