Thoughts on Cards
I want to make cards. This is something that should be fun, but is often hampered by my desire to be impressive and perfect.
Today I made a birthday card. It's not perfect. But the idea is cute, somewhat thoughtful, and one can tell that I put a lot of work into it.
I found myself thinking that the recipient of the card could have done a lot better job herself, on the computer graphics, on the scissors and glue stuff. Then I stopped. Why would she be making a card for herself?
So apparently, other things that go on in my head cause me to miss the point of making and sending cards. It's something I'm going to think about while working on my holiday cards this year.
Today I made a birthday card. It's not perfect. But the idea is cute, somewhat thoughtful, and one can tell that I put a lot of work into it.
I found myself thinking that the recipient of the card could have done a lot better job herself, on the computer graphics, on the scissors and glue stuff. Then I stopped. Why would she be making a card for herself?
So apparently, other things that go on in my head cause me to miss the point of making and sending cards. It's something I'm going to think about while working on my holiday cards this year.
