I fell off the wagon a bit--only a little. I bought a card for my brother-in-law who has lung cancer. It was my intention to use up my supply of about 12 cards (no get wells in the batch) and then to make them like Kristin does. She sent me a little cloth mini-drape last year when I made her some drapes for her living room. When I lifted the little drape, she had embroidered "Thanks" underneath. How perfect is that? On my last birthday she made a sun and moon card with some stars and various bugs and flora glued on to commemorate my life and the people in it. And--she wrote a long poem to me on the back. You can't get much more meaningful than that. (I can't wait to see what she does for my birthday this week.)
But this card for my brother-in-law seemed so perfect. It was very funny. But it was kind. Just the tone I wanted to strike in the card I would have made him. But I hadn't thought enough about the card-making venture. Somehow it seems easier to make cheery birthday cards than a get well card. But I'm a writer. If it's too hard for me, how can I expect anyone else to do it? Okay, Kristin, some questions for you: What kinds of cards to you make? How do you make them? How much time does it take?
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