Tied up in brown string...

I love writing letters. The good, newsy, old-fashioned kind where you actually use a pen and a piece of paper to jot down your thoughts to a friend or loved one.

Some people think it's silly and a waste of precious time and money when there is email so readily available and free, but I think it shows that you put more thought and care into it; that the person you are writing to is important enough to squeeze a few minutes out of your day for.

I have a list as long as my arm right now of people that I'm writing to, or need to write to, but I'm enjoying every minute of it. I like to make the envelopes and stationery myself out of sweet or unusual papers that I have found, and after I have written my letter I like to seal them with some pretty colored wax and a stamp with my initial on it.

I love the whole experience of letter writing. The tumbling of words in your mind as you try to perfectly describe a situation for someone who is hundreds or maybe thousands of miles away, the eager anticipation as you wait to see if you will get a reply, the quick, running trips out to the mailbox to see if anything interesting has arrived with your name on it, the scritch-scratch of pen against paper and the smell of new ink before it has dried; these are the things that for me, can never, ever be replaced with modern technology. Besides, who has ever heard of anyone stumbling across a dusty, interesting-looking, tied-up-with-brown-string, packet of printed off emails up in the attic? *smile*