Weird that I do that in September? Maybe.
But anyone who knows me well, knows that I love sending Christmas cards. Even when I was an intern making barely enough money to pay my bills, I invested in Christmas greetings, because they are meaningful to me. Not obligatory.
What I do not love, however, is that the best card designs out there -- and there are some fabulous ones, to be sure -- involve a little something I like to call,
A family.
Or, a spouse.
Or rather, über-artistic photographs of said subjects.
Now truly, I'm not a whiner about singleness. In fact, there are only about two times in my life where I have thrown a legitimate tantrum, where I may or may not have sat in the floor and cried about it. And over spilled barbecue sauce on white carpet, wailed something overdramatic like, I mean, Lord, can I just get a husband to help me carry in these bags of groceries? Just this once?
I know there are non-photo cards. Goodness knows I've worked that system many a year.
But blah.
And custom designs are not realistic. I do have a budget, and I'm no graphic designer.
Single people, unite. Give me some solutions before I have a mini-tantrum, sit in my floor, and cry, Can't I just have one cute photo, for one cute Christmas card?
And that rant, friends, is one I like to file in a little growing category of musings called #firstworldproblems.
Don't pretend like you don't have 'em.
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