Christmas Cards

The History of Renee sending Christmas Cahhds. All you women out there I know you can relate to this and if you cannot it is only because you are most likely not living on your own yet...that's OK, take heed my little ones, take heed.

No matter what age you are, receiving Christmas Cards in the mail is so exciting. It simply signifies that you have successfully not fully pissed that person off during the course of the year and you shall ring in the new year with at least ONE united friend. I'm totally kidding. But it is a thrill none the less. Here is what happens when you receive said card.

Your mind becomes distracted with I should really sit down and get those cards completed. Its only December 1st. This person is really on the ball. Where are all my addresses? I have to get stamps, pretty pens, I hate licking envelopes. Maybe I should make my own stamps? I'll do it later. The first year I was on my VERY OWN I think I sent cards to every single person that I may have known for more than thirty seconds. I was "the Christmas Card stalker of 1991". I'm sure there were people scratching their heads wondering who I was. I didn't care if it went to the wrong address! I was sending out my Merry Merries like it or not. Somewhere between card 55 and 107 I started to lose interest in my penmanship and personal greeting and writing in a straight line. Thus concluded my involvement of ever sending cards again. However, each year that went by I would receive that ONE card on December 1st and instantly start to feel guilty about not getting cards.

This led to some psychological Christmas Bi-Polar disorder where one day buying cards was great and the next a horrible horrible mistake. I became the Christmas Card Hoarder. Be on the look out my show will be on A&E this January. I have purchased more Christmas cards then I care to admit. My disorder didn't stop at just buying them, OH NO....this insane possessed illness led me to sitting down at my table one night scouring the interwebs for addresses, writing personal loving messages to those who matter most, sealing the envelope, putting the address on them, putting a FESTIVE beautiful stamp in the upper right hand corner, bringing them out to the car to be mailed. Except something happened. Apparently having to pull up to a blue US Postal Box is a phobia of mine because those cards sat in my car for a good 4 or 5 months. I even brought them back inside the house and put them away for next year! Hello? Oprah? Dr. Phil? Any licensed therapist willing to take this one on? Eventually I tossed them out because the price of stamps changed and this invoked my ban on ever sending Christmas Cards again.

Until recently - You see my dahhhling sister Eds hosts a Christmas Card Writing Brunch. I ignored her request last year as I was still campaigning my protest on Christmas Cards and how they are slowly ruining my life with all there pressure and endless black hole of neediness. This year I conceded and although she puts on a fantastic event I was pretty much done with the Cahhd situation after I inscribed the first M for Merry Christmas. But I persevered. Metallic Pens and Glitter Glue in stock along with my very UN!!!festive stamps that showcase not just the American Flag but all 50 State Flags to boot. Admittedly this is the only way to write cards. Next year I'm bringing the Champagne & SoCo that way Eds and Pats can write these cards in a manner they were suppose to be written. You can check out her preparation here, here and here.

And here is what the day looked liked:

Sarahs lovely homemade wreath

her beautiful christmas tree

a door prize which i tried to win but totally lost - IT WAS FIXED!!!!!

my totally awesome glitter cards [thanks to Liz P who is craftalicious]

it doesn't look like it in this picture but there was a TON of heckling going on at this table.

And my very gracious, lovely, sweet daaahhhling sister - Your Host

sarah!!