dotpinkMy name is Dorothy.

When I retired in 2011, I was tired out from working over 50 years in Offices around Melbourne. I moved to a country town, to escape the noise of a large city. I felt washed out. I underwent two medical procedures in a year, and had a long time of recovery. Luckily I had to walk the dogs. They barked and made me get up each day.

I met some other dog walkers, mostly retired pensioners like me. One had found a church craft group meeting on Tuesdays. Making greeting cards, or chatting and having morning tea. You could knit, or sew patch work, you could just drop in when passing for an hour. These wonderful people welcomed me, even if I felt like a clutz. I saw that I could make cards and fell in love with the craft.

What a life saver.

I have many years of learning all facets of the craft before I can be as good as I have seen of their work, but all of us are learners. Card making is always evolving. With new shapes, complicated designs, prettier papers, ribbons, jewels and buttons and string.

Yes!

Buttons , string and hessian (burlap) are coming back. Think back to the depression eras. A scrap of saved ribbon, dyed string, an odd button made a great card. Saving for a week to afford the postage stamp was nothing, when you knew that card would be cherished, because, it came from you to them.

Save the cards you receive as you may never get another one. Keep those gossip cards. So newsy, such charm, such laughter. These were chosen for you alone.

Yours!

In your nursing home years from now, what will give you memories? A cold laptop, an IPAD, or a card that just keeps on giving? I’ll take the cards, they don’t need batteries, and my shaking hands won’t destroy them if I accidently drop one on the floor. Here’s hoping I get a kindly nurse or passerby to retrieve it for me. Even if I can’t speak, I hope they see my smiling eyes of thanks.