I love a hand written note on personalized stationary. There is a thoughtfulness, a moment of care. It is the personal touch that we miss through emails and texts. Sure, a word is a word is a word, but how do you hold on to a text or treasure an email. I adore getting letters from my grandma. There is perfection in her loopy, exquisitely slanted lettering.
For me wedding planning became a sort of catalyst for my love of all things paper. Creating my wedding invitations with a friend who started her own business Sweet Peanut, I got to play with paper in a way that I hadn't before. The results were beautiful.
Herein lies the beauty of the things that we love. Ultimately they don't need to hold meaning or significance for a single other person. They are completely unique to our person. However...there is something exceedingly more wonderful when you stumble across someone who shares your same creative heart and spirit. You can talk and relate in a way that brings increase. Increase in vision. Increase in passion. Increase in excellence.
I believe that as we come more and more into ourselves are creators and artists. It took me years to consider myself an artist. I am not the one you want to paint you a watercolor or sketch a portrait of your baby. Yet my love of paper was a baby step into a bigger things. I began to find my footing. I could create with paper. I could use paper. Then I realized I could take a step further and trust my eye. I could create beautiful spaces. I could take a phenomenal picture. I found my eye. I found my confidence in my love of pulpy, imperfect and simply beautiful paper.
Where did you find your footing? Where does your creativity lie?
