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2/25/2019 0 Comments DEAR PIGEONS: you actually coo. I've spent the majority of my adulthood disliking pigeons. Here are a few of the reasons why:
I recently noted, however, that my current Chicago neighborhood doesn't have many pigeons, or at least that I don't see as many these days. That's when I realized something that surprised me: I kind of miss them. Despite their reckless flying, intimidation of cuter, more helpless birds, and borderline cannibalism, there is something about their presence that is constant, and comforting. It's hard to imagine a city without pigeons walking about bobbling their heads or nestling in windowsills above, watching.  Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons I also know that pigeons have a somewhat interesting history of delivering messages for people, which is definitely something that I can appreciate as a card-maker. It seemed only natural, then, that I should create a series of pigeon-themed greetings. Without further ado, I proudly introduce the "Coo Card" Series, an expanding line of greetings that pays homage to my newfound appreciation for these dirty birds. I've started small, and can't wait for it to grow. Hopefully, you think they coo, too.  A pigeon in a driving hat sipping champagne? Yes, please.  French pigeons: some of the most polite of their lot.    Rolling onto the scene like...  a sweet, swaddled babe. Thanks for reading. Until again, be coo.
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Happy February, guys. If winter has you feeling less than jovial, let's lighten things up by thinking back to a simpler time: Valentine's Day when you were a kid.
I recall spending the days leading up to Valentine's Day constructing our very own Valentine receptacles to hang on our desk and collect the goods. I wore red to school and there was candy. I remember eating conversation hearts even though they made me cough.  At some point in the day, everyone would scurry around the room, delivering their tiny envelopes to everyone else. Then later, I would carefully go through them to see which cards people had chosen, and if anyone had written something provocative (usually, no).  Even though we were forced to do it, it was cool that everyone gave Valentines to everyone else. Adulthood has a way of complicating things that would otherwise be simple and fun. Over time, many grown ups stop acknowledging Valentine's Day. Many people hate it. "Why do I need a designated day to tell someone I love them?" they ask.  To which I would reply, "Why not?" There's no assumption that this is the only day that you are doing so. But there is probably someone that you like or love a lot that would simply love to hear it. Some things are just as simple as that.     We don't have "38 packs with teacher card included," but we do have some pretty fun Valentines. We'd love to send some your way.
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