Wednesday needs a nickname. Oh, I know it has one, but casual as I am, I’m not predisposed to using the word hump unless I’m talking about a camel. Today’s not quite another little monday, but friday is still far too far away too. Being the middle anything stinks, doesn’t it? Middle children have book after book written about them and their plight of being not the baby and not first either. Monkey in the middle was a game I never could learn to like as a child either.
Let’s talk paper. I’m speaking specifically of stationery. Wiki casts a REALLY wide net there, but when I say stationery, I mean note cards, flat or folded, letterhead… correspondence supplies.
I have vague recollections of adorable tri-folds with coordinating sticker seals from my earliest childhood memories. I think I was eight the year I discovered sealing wax and the plethora of seals. I’m sure none of my fascination had to do with being able to strike a match as needed; after all, I was the daughter of a fire chief long before I became the wife of one.
It was a couple of years later when I got my first personalized flat correspondence card. I still have a stock of them on hand, but I don’t favor them so much. In college, they were the way to go, because I could use them for quick notes to family and slap a stamp and the address on the other side when I ran out of envelopes. Hem.
Of course, the Knight and I also have monogrammed, folded note cards, which I used to excess when we were newlyweds. I used them in lieu of thank you notes, back when seeing our intials entwined made me giddy.
These days, I’ll grab any colorful, fun notecards. I don’t even have a favorite brand anymore. Do you?