One of my greatest loves is writing, so it may come as no surprise that I take lots of pleasure in correspondence. I am always fascinated by the time, effort and creativity that goes into a writing a letter. Even though we may be miles apart in distance, keeping in touch and sharing snippets of our life’s is what makes it worthwhile.
I love being able to pour my thoughts (and often heart) out into letters to my wonderful pen friends. It’s often the shared interests, and similar lifestyles, that have brought us together, but the thing I love most about writing is getting to know somebody. With each letter comes a new fact, a new story, and that is something that we wouldn’t otherwise get to know.
I am hopelessly devoted to collecting mountains of stationery, meaning I have a variety of paper and envelopes to hand. Stationery was always my big thing, growing up I never threw a tantrum in Clarks for pretty shoes. It was more typical of me to demand a new notepad in Woolies.
In the M&S sale just after Christmas I picked up the cutest Emily Button note set which of course has proven popular in my stationery stash. It may be meant for little girls a lot younger than me, but I sure couldn’t resist its adorable nature.
I’m also ever faithful to Cath, this writing box was something I picked up in Brighton last summer, and never fails to make for beautiful correspondence. I store all of my envelopes in a five-pence picnic basket, which I got from a car boot sale last year.
I keep all forms of received correspondence as a wonderful keepsake, stashed away in my twenty-pence butterfly tin, in hope that one day I will be able to open it up and be able to capture this moment in time all over again.
Sharing your thoughts in letter form is such a heart-warming thing to do, being able to actually sit down and get all your lost translations down on paper and know that at the other end somebody will take a moment from their day to read what you have to say, is what is so rewarding.
Waiting for that next letter to drop through the letter box is always exciting, and when it does arrive it will almost always be unexpected. It manages to bring back that sense of anticipation that email took away and makes the wait for the next instalment always worthwhile.
In turn being able to send a gesture of words to somebody who may need cheering up, reassuring or just a few lines of girly chit-chat is equally as uplifting.
I really do treasure the art of letter writing.