Friday, October 24, 2008 | 15 responses | Filed Under: Daily & Photabulous & ___ of 365
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Once upon a time, there was this gal named Judith…
This gal, who had only been married but a few years and had given birth to but one child and was therefore much "saner" than say…a gal who has given birth to three children?, worked as a personal assistant to a very cool, laid-back, totally unorganized entertainment lawyer.
This job was ideal in many ways…
One, said lawyer once was a music writer for the Village Voice and had hours and hours of envy-worthy memories and recollections that were wonderful to swim about in.
Two, said lawyer was also messy as all hell (in an artsy-fartsy way, of course), and Judith's pseudo-OCD loved her because it was never bored. (Pseudo-OCD: Everything doesn't necessarily have to be in its place… It just has to look like it is.)
Three, said lawyer sang folk music beautifully. Judith puffy hearts folk music.
Four, as a folk-singing entertainment lawyer, said lawyer was often surrounded by musicians. And, as we all know, Judith big puffy hearts pretty boys with guitars.
As I was saying…
An ideal job.
And one of the things that Judith loved most about her, outside of the stories and folk-singing and pretty boys, was her stationery*. She had these two huge baskets full of blank postcards, note cards, greeting cards– all shapes, all sizes, from here and there, from now and then, on a plain, on a train…; and every few days or so, she'd remember someone's birthday or suddenly have a wish to say hello to an old friend and would ask Judith to "simply pick out a card".
Judith thought that there was nothing at all "simple" about picking out a card from that collection, of course, and spent far too long sitting on the floor there in that office carefully digging through those giant baskets looking for the perfect card for someone that she had never met…
And firmly believed that the only way that she could have been any happier would be if a naked Gavin Rossdale suddenly appeared beside her and started reading aloud from her favorite Austen novels.
So it was only natural that once she outgrew her position with the very cool, laid-back, totally unorganized entertainment lawyer [Read: Got knocked-up. Again. And became a stay-at-home person that spends her days digging around in baskets of dirty underwear rather than note cards.]; Judith went out and started her own stationery* collection.
And every few days or so, she remembers someone's birthday or suddenly has a wish to say hello to an old friend and picks out the perfect card that is sure to make someone's day…
Then she sends them an email.
Good paper's expensive, yo.
October 24, 2008
LOL. :-)
Aw, but those note cards do so brighten up my day!! :-) Great pic love.
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October 24, 2008
right.
absolutely right.
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October 24, 2008
When I was a little girl I saved all my pennies and spent them on Hello Kitty notepads and pencils at Hallmark. (this was way before Hello Kitty was emo)
I've been collecting stationary ever since… so hit me up with an email, yo.
ps. I adore Crane's paper. sucks to be me.
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October 24, 2008
I adore my notes from Judith…..I have a stationary collection too, and the perfect birthday card for a friend that I am just *dying* to send, if only I had an address……..
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October 25, 2008
My husband recommends I seek therapy for my love of paper. I LOVE paper. I like to smell it and collect it and write on it and save it forever! Yup. I am a paper lover. How environmentally unfriendly of me. Stupid green people taking all the paper away. Good to see I am not alone.
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October 25, 2008
I absolutely LOVE stationary, but I cannot remember to send cards out on time. How messed up is that?
Love this shot and your tatt!
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October 25, 2008
LOL Amen.
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October 25, 2008
Me too!
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October 25, 2008
My mom has a very similar card box, but since she doesn't even have internet, she sends them. I am with you… email rocks.
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October 25, 2008
First off:
"(Pseudo-OCD: Everything doesn't necessarily have to be in its place… It just has to look like it is.)"
thank you - I am so stealing that one! Love it!!
Now, what I really meant to say: I truly miss one of my fave stores in San Diego. They had a huge selection of cards, and stationery - cool, unique, fun stuff at cheap prices. I'd stock up once every couple of months. I've yet to find a place like that here. I'm thinking I may have to send my kid there: Hey kid, here's two gift cards, one for you as a bribe, and the other - take to that cool little store over there and buy me a bunch of cards, and papers, and note cards, and stuff.
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October 25, 2008
I have read and re-read this post in hopes that I may recite it from heart one day.
I get this. (It makes me want to cry actually.)
On a lighter note, Gavin latest video is what my dreams are made of!!! You've seen it, right?
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October 26, 2008
Love this. I, of course, love paper and note cards, and the feel of ink flowing from a really nice pen.
Also, I type much faster than I write, and I rarely have clean note cards on hand. So, sadly, I hardly ever write letters any more.
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October 27, 2008
Pseudo-OCD. Check. Love paper and pens. Check.
(Loving folk music: um, not-check. Apologies.)
Problem: can't get past former secret identity as persnickety librarian. "Stationary" is when something is standing still. We write on "stationery."
Roxy gets it, but is less obnoxious than me.
Puffy hearts to all.
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October 27th, 2008
Noted and corrected. :) Homonyms are a bitch.
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October 31, 2008
I've just recently picked up pen and paper and started a correspondence with a couple of my blog friends. So much fun to receive a hand written letter! However, my stationery lacks. I had high hopes, I really did.
But then I reverted to my stationery of choice: paper ripped from a spiral bound notebook. I am a utilitarian chick at heart. And I cannot seem to change my ways.
But it's still nice to send and receive letters.
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