Once a month, for the past half a year, I have delighted in having a house full of women gathered around my kitchen, dining room, and family room tables, passing around ink pads and rubber stamps, designer papers, deckle-edged scissors, eyelets, ribbons, and all manner of embellishments.
As we discuss our events of the day, our feelings about parenthood, the best restaurants in town, our favorite music, the nice things our husbands did, and any other topic that crosses our minds, we absorb this high dose social time, doing what we do best, talking and listening to each other. And yes, we whip up some adorable keepsakes on paper. Some may even call this group therapy.
It is fulfilling to share the two to three hours doing what can be done in factories in Asia for pennies, but no one can put a price on what we leave with. And the benefit or justification for time well spent doesn’t end there.
Afterwards, the hundreds of cards we have created, end up being sent to loved ones around the country or given to local friends and family, and the joy spreads even further than when our one-of-a-kind keepsake cards were made with tender loving care.
Then our supply of paper greetings run out, so we meet for card camp or group therapy again the following month, and the joy and delight continues.
As we discuss our events of the day, our feelings about parenthood, the best restaurants in town, our favorite music, the nice things our husbands did, and any other topic that crosses our minds, we absorb this high dose social time, doing what we do best, talking and listening to each other. And yes, we whip up some adorable keepsakes on paper. Some may even call this group therapy.
It is fulfilling to share the two to three hours doing what can be done in factories in Asia for pennies, but no one can put a price on what we leave with. And the benefit or justification for time well spent doesn’t end there.
Afterwards, the hundreds of cards we have created, end up being sent to loved ones around the country or given to local friends and family, and the joy spreads even further than when our one-of-a-kind keepsake cards were made with tender loving care.
Then our supply of paper greetings run out, so we meet for card camp or group therapy again the following month, and the joy and delight continues.
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