Spring cleaning at Cookerly brought a few surprises.
As I slowly stripped my desk of old newspapers, ancient files and (by far the most embarrassing) a to-do list hidden in a back drawer from my intern days… I came across a familiar cream envelope.
The following week, that same cream envelope landed on my desk. A far cry from my usual newspaper subscriptions, I had gotten “real” mail.
Before you think I’m 105, I’ll preface my point.
I’m an addict of all things new media. A child of the AIM generation, I was tweeting before it became a social phenomenon. Heck, I even bought my wedding gown on craigslist. That said, every once in a while, I force myself to back away from the screen.
I’m a huge fan of not letting the classics fade away, and a hand-written thank you is at the top of my list. I follow students on Twitter, am Facebook friends with several, connect to them on LinkedIn, but written conversations are few and far between.
There are some things gold embossing achieves that your keyboard simply cannot.