That Feeling of A Hand Written Note

Wildrosebuds.com: TKnotes Wildrosebuds.com: TKnotes Wildrosebuds.com: TKnotes Wildrosebuds.com: TKnotes Wildrosebuds.com: TKnotes Wildrosebuds.com: TKnotesI know you all know what I'm talking about when you get that envelope in the mail that isn't a bill. You open it up with such excitement and there it is, a hand written card. The thing is, It doesn't really matter what type of card it is and for what reason. It could be a sympathy card for a lost family member. A birthday card from that far away Aunt. What matters is that someone sat down and 'wrote on paper' their words to you. But it doesn't stop there with the hit of the send button. They took the time to stamp the envelope and bring it to a mailbox. That there, means more than any email, text, or Facebook message I could ever receive. I try my hardest to keep that part of a friendship alive. I will send a good friend a random letter, I make christmas cards, I even will get a card just to put on the counter after a long day at work for Rob. If it suited him of course. It really is a dying way to show affection. So why am I ranting about all this? oh yes. Last week I got home to a gorgeous little package waiting for me from TKNotes. Inside, 6 hand designed cards for me, using my favourite colors and rosebuds, with cute sayings, perfect for different occasions. On the back of each card, a stamp saying that these were the Wild Rosebud Collection. They are absolutely perfect and each day as I sit at my desk, I flip through each of them, trying to decide who I should spoil with love by sending a card.If you also share the love of sending beautiful stationary, head to TKNotes and use code 'WILDROSE' for 25% off your purchase from their site. Go On....Make someones day.Katie Rose xo чехол для кистей для макияжаok optionsкупить экскаваторвидеокамера онлайн купитькредит определение терминакак получить кредит гражданам снгмазда 3 в кредит0024 кредит эльдорадо

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