Even though my handwriting is about as pretty as a fifteen-year-old boy’s, I love giving handwritten cards.
Keeping a collection of blank ones on hand feels like such a luxury. And it’s pretty darned convenient when you’re rushing to a housewarming/birthday party/bridal shower.
From Vancouver’s Pink Door Paper.
From Boston’s Black Pearl Press.
From The Paper Nut, based out of Seattle.
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