The lost art of snail mail

In a world of emails, texting, spilling your deepest fears in 140 characters with explanatory photo, letter writing seems cumbersome and slow. I can type faster than I can write these days. But more and more I am finding myself drawn to writing letters. Writing on paper takes a little more care than bashing out an email, and without spellchecker you are at the mercy of your own speeling (or lack thereof).

Stashed away in a place reserved for precious things I have the letters from my past, sent between me and my nine-year-old friends at primary school, letters from my grandmother before she passed away; and from more recently, letters from my wonderful friend BioElle. In true schoolgirl fashion these are carefully squirrelled away in a secret place known only to me and her (and probably Chris because he tends to know everything about me).

In the spirit of exchanging more letters with my nearest and dearest, I have topped up and reinvigorated my collection of stationary. Having nice kit makes sitting down to pen your latest missive all the more enjoyable. The cream and blue set was a gift from my cousin, which I believe came from the Eden Project. I bought the Strawberry Thief print set – my number one favourite William Morris print – myself from ebay. Add an Orla Kiely pen to the mix and I am ready to outdo Pliny with my penmanship.

Do you write many letters?