“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.” Stephen King, Salem’s Lot

This quote seems innocent enough until you see that it’s from a Stephen King novel. Then you wonder if the visitor will do something sinister after dark.

Anyhoo. September. There are those of us who think one of the best parts of summer is September. I know. Surprising. But we’re out there. If September was a drink, it would be rosé. If September was clothes, it would be corduroys. Brown and noisy. If September were a wall hanging, it would be a macrame owl. If September were a spice, it would be cinnamon. If it were an act, it would be to grab another blanket. And if it were an office supply, it would be a freshly unpacked notepad. If it was a hotel, it would be The June Motel in Prince Edward County, a simple roadside stop that was renovated to become a chic pink paradise for weekend getaways from Toronto:The light seems to always be at that pre-dusk angle, making everyone look fantastic. The back story on The June Hotel… it was a tired old roadside stop, then two women waltzed in and committed to fixing it up to become a pink-gold 1950s retro motor lodge and BAM! Beautiful old ruin gets a facelift. Read more here. 

So taken as I was by their pretty aesthetic, that I created some pink, feminine personalized note cards for the shop.

Why did personalized note cards take so long? It seems so obvious now. I have so many personalized note card designs in the hopper, and thanks to the glories of my brain coming back after cancer treatments combined with the delights of daycare, I can now pursue these passions. Holy Toledo what fun I’m having.Get them over in the shop. More to come so check back often. I’ll leave you with this September thought:

“Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.” You’ve Got Mail

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