Thursday, January 23, 2014

National Handwriting Day Giveaway

Did you know that today is National Handwriting Day? I'm not sure who made that happen, but thanks. I've been obsessed with writing and letter forms for as long as I can remember. I never wrote "Mrs. Margaret xxxxx (insert last name of crush here) but I did come up with 101 different M's and H's. While signing on the dotted line gets you a lot of wonderful things (a house, a car, a ring) I think the best use of handwriting is penning a letter to someone special.
I love discovering great examples of handwriting (most of which I pin here) and I have had great success with my line of hand lettered custom stamps. To celebrate this day, I'm giving away an original paper pastries hand lettered stamp. 
To enter the giveaway, all you have to do is comment with your favorite memory that involves handwriting. My favorite memory comes from the summer before my senior year of high school. It was June 2002. I had just realized I had a crush on Tony when he told me he was going to Italy for the rest of the summer. He told me to write down my address and that he'd send me a postcard. I had never been so happy at the thought of a receiving a postcard. I wrote down my name and address then drew a heart by my name. I think that really set the wheels in motion ;)
I'm also doing a stationery giveaway on instagram, you can enter both. Just find me @paperpastries. 
Sorry the giveaways are only open to U.S. residents. Good luck! The giveaways will run until next Friday.

42 comments:

  1. When I was in college, I did an immersion trip to El Salvador and stayed with a very old couple in a village in their one room hut with no electricity. Three years after my trip, I did not know if they were still alive, but I a package for them to the immersion trip organization in hopes that they could deliver it for me. Six months went by and I received a card in the mail. It contained two things. 1) A note from a girl that I had never met who was going to school in Indiana. She too went on an immersion trip and had the pleasure of staying with the same couple and delivering my package to them. She told me of their reactions to it's contents. 2) A note written in Spanish (translated by the student) from the wife (I call her my Campo Mom) thanking me for what I had sent and congratulating me on my engagement (which I had mentioned in my letter in the package). The note and the letter was so unexpected and so special. I definitely cried when I read it.

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  2. My son just received his pre-K progress report. Apparently, he likes to write his name in all caps. Guess who else did that as a wee tot? Yep...his mama! He doesn't look a thing like me, so I love it when he does something to remind me that he is my child after all :)

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  3. The memory that first came to my head after reading your post is kind of sad but also influenced me a lot. It was in elementary school. I think I were 9 years old at that time. My handwriting wasn't the best beacuse of so many ideas and thoughts i had in my mind. I couldn't write something slowly and clean while thinking on so many things. They always controlled our notebooks and on one day my teacher got really angry. He and another one stood infront of my table watching as i were writing something that was written on the blackboard. Suddenly he screamed at said that I would do it wrong. I was holding my pen unlike the others did and unlike we were told to do. But that was the position that suited me. I had to change it but as soon as nobody was watching i switched back. At that time I realized that I never again want somebody to tell me what I should do. I love sitting around and writing letters trying to alternate lines and dots and even fantasize about a different alphabet with selfmade ones. Even if it was a bad time I think that this made me to what I am now and that is good.

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  4. My girlfriend asked me to address the envelopes for her wedding - not because I do calligraphy, but just because she loves my handwriting =)

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  5. I'm in my 50's and both my parents have been gone for several years. I love running across anything that has either of my parents' handwriting (an old Christmas card from my dad, a recipe from my mom, etc.) It gives me a warm, comforting feeling remembering them, seeing their handwriting.

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  6. It may sound incredibly cheesy, but back in my senior year of high school when my then-best-friend (now boyfriend) signed my yearbook, he left me a little note of one of our inside jokes, and I couldn't help but smiling every time I looked back at his crooked and woobly handwriting - the best part is, five years later his handwriting hasn't improved, but I just love it very much!

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  7. The first time my youngest daughter wrote her name, she was 3! I still have the piece of paper, so sweet! :-P

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  8. When I was at the age where you're just learning cursive I was sitting at the dining room table doing my homework. At some point, my mom comes over to see how I'm doing and she sees the extra humps I'd enthusiastically added to the letter "m." She said "You like making those m's, huh." Of course, I smiled and nodded affirmatively. I loved learning cursive--it made me feel vastly more sophisticated than the kids in the grade behind me.

    My mom knew I'd get the hang of cursive just like she knew I'd do just fine with my unique manner of holding writing utensils. I hold them in my right fist between my middle and ring finger. When I was learning to write, my mom had broken her thumb and that's the way she had to hold her pen. Little sponge that I was, I picked it right up. In Kindergarten, the teacher's aide used to tell me that I would not get into college holding my pencil like that. For some reason I dismissed what she said and I found the conventional pen-holding position uncomfortable anyway. The summer after my first year of college, I went back to my primary school and found that teacher's aide to let her know how much I'd loved my first year at Mount Holyoke.

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  9. I gave one of my best friends a set of handwritten quotes for Christmas, and when her boyfriend saw them he said she should frame them!

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  10. My favorite handwriting memory was in middle school when I tried to change my handwriting. I went from almost illegible chicken scratch to almost illegible weird big poofy bubble letters. I'm not sure what I was thinking. When I read back on old journals I can't decipher what any of them are saying, but I was so proud of myself for being able to change how I write and have "better" handwriting. It went on for over a year until finally I realized how much effort I was putting into it... Nice thing is, though, that after that I was writing in between the two and now people can read my letters!

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  11. my favorite handwriting memory is learning d'nealian in 5th grade. I loved making the little tails at the end of each letter. not only is it my favorite handwriting memory but it might also be one of my favorite memories overall. I love writing :)

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  12. In high school a friend of mine enjoyed my handwriting so much he went on to make a font of it. At the time I thought it was pretty cool that someone thought my handwriting was special enough to make a font of it. Of course that was some ten years ago and now I wish I still had the files of that font since I'm sure my handwriting has changed since then.

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  13. My favorite handwriting memory is getting my first fountain pen. I spent hours practicing with it.

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  14. My favorite handwriting memory was getting my first journal and writing in it. I was writing my own thoughts, my theories on life, letters that I never sent, and endless amounts of quotes. I just loved the feeling of being in my own little world once I opened my journal & it saved me. I can't live without having a journal. I liked that I was the one putting my won thoughts into the world.

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  15. In elementary school (5th grade, I believe), my teacher had student exchange spelling tests and we'd correct each other's test. The teacher's rule was that if you couldn't read someone's writing, the answer was wrong. Many of the boys in the class (who tended to have poor handwriting) always wanted to exchange tests with me, as I actually took time to try and decipher their handwriting (to the best of my ability, unless it was obviously illegible) whereas many other girls in the class gleefully marked the words wrong. So, yeah, it's not my handwriting in the story, but it's a handwriting story! :) (Okay, so a handwriting story about my handwriting: I'm left-handed, but as a kid, practiced writing with my right hand, just in case/just because. I can still manage a semi-passable signature with my right hand (legible, but not very neat)).

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  16. My memory isn't about my own handwriting, but my son's. I home-schooled him for part of kindergarten, and it is by far the weirdest thing to be the first one to teach someone something. As in, I feel like I have a power that should be handled by professionals, not me! But watching him learn to form letters, and then words...it's just been an interesting memory I won't forget. Especially because he draws circles for his i's instead of dots; it takes everything in me not to go in behind him and correct them all!

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  17. My favorite memory with handwriting is watching my grandma write letters in her beautiful cursive. I remember as a child watching her sit at her desk for hours corresponding with her friends. At an early age she showed me how important handwriting is!

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  18. My favorite handwriting memory is from junior high. I saved all my notebooks I had with my friends and they are so fun to look back on.

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  19. My fondest memory about handwriting is when I realized that my handwriting looks remarkably similar to my Mom's. I love the idea that she has passed something down to me like handwriting, even if inadvertently.

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  20. When I was in college my grandpa would save up all the comics from the newspaper and he would send a whole bunch of them with a single note that said, "thinking of you." So consistent and always the same. I have a whole pile of them saved away.

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  21. My favorite handwriting moment…writing letters to my best friend/neighbor and hand delivering them to her mailbox down the block. Then she'd do the same. I still love getting the mail every day. <3

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  22. When I was 8 my grandmother sat down with me at her tiny kitchen table and set out some paper, her old fountain pens, some blotting paper, a pencil and a ruler. "Bobby, we're going to practice writing thank you letters," she said. "It's not enough to say thank you when you get a gift, you need to write a lovely note. I'll show you how and you can practice."

    Two hours and many, many lovely pieces of cream laid stationery later, I had written (what I thought was) a lovely thank you note. To her. For her Christmas present to me. I mailed it, and at our next visit, she gave me a great big nearly suffocating hug. "Thank you for your wonderful note, Bobby! You made me very happy."

    I still write thank you notes, by hand, on my own lovely stationery, with one of her fountain pens that my mother presented to me the day of her funeral.

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  23. I received a postcard from my sister for my birthday a few years ago. We hadn't been close in many years and to receive something handwritten was the beginning of a new relationship. Of course, I kept the post card (along with many other sentimental pieces of handwriting from loved-ones).

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  24. I remember loving my Grandmother's unique handwriting. I once asked her to teach me how to write like her. Of course she just had to chuckle. I have some recipe cards written in her handwriting and I treasure them.

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  25. My favorite memory of writing was when I was a kid, and I used to have penpals. I loved to collect the stamps from the envelopes! :)

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  26. I'm not entering the giveaway as I already have an amazing stamp by you, but I did want to say that I loved your little story :) So cute! When my husband (then fiance) and I went on a trip to NY, I mailed a note/postcard to him for every day. When he got home he was so surprised. It was fun.

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  27. When I was younger, I always felt like I was invisible and in some ways, I preferred it. But it did get lonely at times. My favorite handwriting-related memory was sophomore year in high school when a few of my classmates happened to glance at my writing prompt notebook in English. Everyone was in awe and my teacher even said that the first time he saw my notebook he had mistakenly wondered how I had gotten the notebook to feed through the printer. It just made me feel so fuzzy getting recognition for something I'm genuinely proud of.

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  28. My favorite memory of handwriting is my high school journal. When my mom found it, I got into all sorts of trouble due to the shenanigans my friends and I had been up to, BUT it has such hilarious memories, I wouldn't go back and change a thing. It's such a treat to crack it open when my hometown friends and I get together and reminisce. My penmanship wasn't great, but it is definitely "me" - silly illustrations and all!

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  29. My favorite memory is the acknowledgement I receive from someone anytime I send a handwritten note. It makes it all worthwhile.

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  30. My favorite memory is finding Sheaffer fountain pens at the local office supply store many years ago, and also finding the many different colors of cartridges for them. I used them all the way through high school and I still have a few that work just fine. One of them sprung a leak and ruined my favorite handmade suede shoulder bag, but I never lost my love for fountain pens.

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  31. My favorite is seeing all thevariations my handwriting can go through on a single page.

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  32. My favorite memory that revolved around letter writing and handwriting is that of being a pen pal to my grandma. Grandma Edie was our adopted grandma, and my parents built her a small apartment in our backyard. From before I was born until I was in 6th grade, she lived there and was my best friend. I'd spend all day in the summers and all evening after school with her. Then, her son decided he wanted her to live with him. It was a nasty event that revolved around money. I was heartbroken. She moved from my backyard to a drive that was over 20 hours away. That started our pen pal relationship. We wrote each other twice a month each and shared what happened in our lives. I still have several boxes of those letters. She had beautiful cursive, and it served as a good model for my cursive. After several years, her health greatly deteriorated and her son didn't want to take care of her anymore. So my parents moved her to an assisted living facility just minutes from their house. There was no more reason to write letters as she couldn't really see much anymore, but at least she was there to talk to and hug. She left me her wedding ring when she died, which is now my wedding ring. Every time I look down at my hand when I'm writing to one of my pen pals, I always smile and think of her. She was one of the best people I've known. Not only do I have her ring to remember her, I still have all of her letters written in beautiful cursive.

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  33. A good friend of mine went to Ithaca, NY--about 2,800 miles away--for a summer course at Cornell. It was about a month long and she started feeling lonely a few days in, so I started sending her letters, postcards, and little packages of her favorite things: candy, chocolate, and a plush of our home team's mascot. She responded with stationery she purchased in Ithaca talking about how her new friends were so surprised by all the things she received in her mail box. To this day it's probably one of the more important things that has happened to me, stationery-wise.

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  34. Writing poetry as a teenager is my favorite writing memory.

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  35. Rediscovery of the Palmer Method after many years and then picking up fountain pens. Writing everyday notes are a pleasure.

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  36. My fav memory is receiving my first letter from a pen pal when I was 14. It was exciting to read and write to someone I had never met and although it only lasted a year, I still enjoy writing letters.

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  37. Trying to figure out how to sign my married name. It's hard to make "Russell" not look strange! But what a wonderful problem to have. :)

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  38. My favorite memory is when I was at sleepaway camp for the first time, at age 8. I had brought this whole letter-writing kit that included these pre-printed sheets where I could check off "Today I ____ (had fun, went swimming, did arts and crafts, etc.)" It made it so much easier and more fun to write home when I didn't have to write out a whole letter, at least at that age. Now I treasure the idea of being able to sit down and write a whole long note by hand--who has the time any more, unless you make the time:-)

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  39. My favorite memory of handwriting was doing all of the lettering on the envelopes of my wedding invitations. It was a lot of hard work and took a long time but when it was over, I felt so satisfied. They turned out beautifully and I was so proud of myself. It added an extra little personal touch :)

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  40. I remember getting a calligraphy set for Christmas one year to help me improve my handwritting

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  41. I wrote my boyfriend a note before he left for a 12 month deployment in South Korea. I sprayed it with his favorite scent and put it in a glassine envelope with a sticker that said "sealed with a kiss". I gave it to him before he boarded the plane that was taking him away from me. It was the most important piece of paper I have ever written because I knew he would read it and know the wait would be worth it. To this day he treasures that note.

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  42. I don't know if I'd say this is my favorite memory so much as it is more my most memorable memory.
    It was 4th grade. When I think about it now, I find it hard to believe, but I was the only left handed student in the class. My cursive was slanted, like most left handed people. But my teacher, Ms. Jones, Cheryl Jones (still remember her full name), told me just because that's how I'd always written, it didn't mean I had to continue writing that way.
    She taught me to turn my paper clockwise. "Miraculously", my handwriting wasn't slanted anymore.
    Well, I hated doing that! I didn't want to be different. So I'd put up text books all around me because I didn't want her to see that I wasn't doing what she'd taught me. It didn't work. She noticed.
    I still didn't want to be the only one who had to turn their paper sideways to write. So I practiced and practiced, and taught myself how to write straight, WITHOUT turning the paper.
    And now, everytime I see "slanted" handwriting, I think about Ms.Jones, and how she taught me indirectly how to teach myself new things.

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