To start this blog off on the right foot, I, Hayley, want to let you know what I am attempting to do. Basically, I want to turn our readers into stationery snobs. I want you to look at stationery in a new light. Writing a handwritten note is not something you should be forced to do in customary social situations, but something you should want to do. I understand that in this digital world that it is simply easier to press send. Ironically, I am typing this mission statement, but please forgive me. Let's be honest with ourselves, who doesn't love to get mail that isn't a lame coupon or bills? You can tell right away based on the addressing whether or not it is a bill or simply a letter from a human, and not some digital operating device that prints out labels with your name misspelled.
I am the rambler, I basically write exactly what I am thinking without a care in the world if anyone can follow. So, bare with me, when I get something in my mail box addressed to someone else I get sad. Am I the only one who feels this way? I really want someone to write to me. When I was in elementary school I was forced to write to a pin pal. As I got older I continued to write to my best friend once she moved away to country-bumbkinville, I was devastated. Then I subsequently moved to an even farther country-bumbkinville and we remained diligent writers. We would seal our envelopes with the same slogan on the back FOR _________ EYES ONLY with two sadly drawn ovals for the eyes. I have kept every letter I have ever received in my life.
One letter in particular remains in my mind. I need to find it and post it immediately. It was my third year of college and I had just broken up with a pseudo boyfriend. I decided to try out this whole online dating thing. I put together the best photos I had and really took the time to fill out the questions about my life, I was taking this 100% seriously. I choose JDATE. They paired me with a guy who was shall we say a bit strange. He was very nice and treated me like a princess so I really had no complaints until....dun dun dun....he began calling me non-stop and wanted to see me every second of the day. Now, I know to some of you this may seem ideal, but to me it was just too much too soon. So I stopped returning his calls (I know that was cowardly, but I just wanted to avoid that conversation all together and I had hoped he would just get the hint). I am getting to the stationery part soon I promise, kudos for reading thus far. He even called my mother! No joke. Anyway, a few weeks later, I was feeling confident that I had shaken him, and I go to pick up my mail and in my box there was a business sized envelope. I grab the envelope to discover it was from him. So I rip it open and you will never guess what it says in a million years....tune back next week to discover the details...hahaha love a good cliff hanger.
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