After a wonderful summer exploring the Devonshire countryside, by visiting three or four car boot sales a week, I am left with a dilemma. I bought one hundred cards for £1 but they don't have envelopes. I am loathe to invest in new ones because this would defeat the object of getting a bargain, whilst reducing my consumption, and someone else's waste. What's more they are exactly the same size as the envelopes used by the utilities companies, and I get more bills in a month than I need envelopes for birthday cards. So, my dilemma; how do I re-use an old envelope and turn it into a quirky, stylish and ethical addition to my card, rather than an over selotaped expression of meanness? The answer has to lie in the good old felt tipped pen. A few squiggly lines, a nice personal message, or a play on their name, and an old envelope soon becomes compensation for the fact I have not actually made the card. It brings a childlike quality of yesteryear, that most adults would be only too grateful for, when they have a birthday reminder that time is marching on. Well that's my theory and I'm sticking to it. Any complaints can be sent back in the same envelope.
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Change the Envelope
After a wonderful summer exploring the Devonshire countryside, by visiting three or four car boot sales a week, I am left with a dilemma. I bought one hundred cards for £1 but they don't have envelopes. I am loathe to invest in new ones because this would defeat the object of getting a bargain, whilst reducing my consumption, and someone else's waste. What's more they are exactly the same size as the envelopes used by the utilities companies, and I get more bills in a month than I need envelopes for birthday cards. So, my dilemma; how do I re-use an old envelope and turn it into a quirky, stylish and ethical addition to my card, rather than an over selotaped expression of meanness? The answer has to lie in the good old felt tipped pen. A few squiggly lines, a nice personal message, or a play on their name, and an old envelope soon becomes compensation for the fact I have not actually made the card. It brings a childlike quality of yesteryear, that most adults would be only too grateful for, when they have a birthday reminder that time is marching on. Well that's my theory and I'm sticking to it. Any complaints can be sent back in the same envelope.
