Hello, I love you. From your chic stripes to your bursts of rose-colored happiness you seem tailor-made to convey an idealized version of me, in words. I want to take you home, dress you in a special stamp, and send you back out to those I love.
There’s only one problem. Why do you say Thank You?
Seriously. I just saw you couched in your kelly green box at the stationary store. You and your similarly stunning friends were decked out in the same sentiment. All of you lined up and waiting to be filled with thoughtful notes. The only caveat being that they begin with a pro-forma thank you.
The store only carried one single box of non-scripted note cards. And they were nowhere near as pretty as you.
Where’s the freedom? What if I want to use you for something other than a thank you? Or- and this is the actual case today- I want to be the one to write that thank you?
So, my friends, where do you stand? Do you miss having more blank options or do you prefer specialized cards?