I think you're pretty.

I made some postcards this week.

I sat on the floor and made these while Tori sat at our desk and worked on her math. For seven hours. And we had the best time. So much laughter. Me at her doing her math. Her at my crazy sick behavior. And how seriously I take postcards.

She loves you.

I made postcards.

I'm not afraid of the facts. I love facts.

My favorite boy Matty came for a petite visit this weekend. We had an absolutely marvelous time. Or at least I did.

How Matty and I became besties is still somewhat of a mystery to me, but there are a million reasons that we have stayed friends. Those reasons include, but are not limited to, the following:

-He always smells really good

-He loves to shop and buys things like "Avatar" tee shirts.

-He makes me laugh.

-He likes the music that I love and lets me make him mixes.

-He is the perfect pupil. He now makes postcards and friendship bracelets. And he even wears the bracelet that I made for him.

-He is a talented thrift-er.

-He gives me cat things. Is "Dancing with Cats" now my favorite book? Yes. Yes it is.

-He allows me to tell really long, incredibly pointless stories. As well as drill him with useless facts.

-He sometimes goes by the name "Matty-cat".

What's not to love?

Please read the letter.

Postcards are a dying art form.

Which is quite a tragedy, really.

They are so beautiful. And getting mail is beautiful.

My sister, Melissa, taught me to love all things postal. Especially postcards.

So recently I have been making my own postcards. Here are a few of my latest batch. Each carefully crafted with a specific person in mind.

Last week I received the loveliest of surprises from my dear friend Matty. I perfect postcard made by him for me. I have also been making friendship bracelets and I taught him over Thanksgiving. I am so proud of my pupil.

We are starting a postcard revolution. Spread the love.

Send a postcard.