As I’ve received sorority alumnae dues in the mail over the past few weeks, I’ve been reminded of how much I loved my annual personal stationery gift from my Nannie and Papa back in high school and college. And I wondered why I stopped wanting it. I don’t know that answer, but as soon as I received the first check with a simple, but sweet note, I ran out to Scratch Pad in Mt. Pleasant to grab some nice notecards until my resupply of personal stationery comes in. I want anyone who receives a note from me to get that same cared-for feeling, especially now that handwriting and snail mail literally cost more than an email or a text.
Personal Stationery: A Delightful but Dying Tradition
Author: singingaboutcooking
I started this blog at a time in my life where everything centered around feeding people and singing everytime I could. That's why my site is named SingingAboutCooking. And since then I have continued to both find things that have served me and release others that were only destined for a season. If you are finding me in 2026 (last time this was updated), you are finding the CeCe who is still passionate about food, has retired from singing due to a medical condition, suffers daily from some new menopause symptom combination, has been diagnosed with autism as an adult eldest daughter female (IYKYK), is moving to the Anchorage-ish Alaska area in 2027, and has embraced her Scorpio crystal and divination witch self. View All Posts
