Sometimes you stumble across something that you didn’t know you wanted to do until you do it. That’s what happened when Marcus surprised me on Easter morning with a beautiful card he designed using vintage egg illustrations. I took one look at this card and said, “We need to sell this in our shop.”
Two weeks later and we’re in the card business! Plaid Frog Press is happy to present our new line of vintage nature cards that are perfect for birthdays, anniversaries, congratulations, thank you’s, and Mother’s Day. 🦋 You have your choice of Shells, Eggs, Mushrooms, and Butterflies. Or get all four designs in an assorted 4-pack at a steep discount.
It feels natural to be designing and printing cards because Marcus and I both love cards and snail mail. Funny how it takes doing something on a whim to help you discover something you really want to do. Hope you enjoy using our cards as much as we enjoyed making them!
I love these! For me, they also have a kind of Victorian, scientific illustration vibe–I’m sure some former self of mine dared to wear pants and tromp about the moor with her sketchbook, meticulously cataloging the diverse flora.
I can’t wait until the postman arrives–I shall reward him with a glass of sherry, and some oats for his horse.
“Sherry, Niles?” Your postman is one lucky man, Edgy. Thank you for your recent order! Marcus and I deeply appreciate your support. And yes, I absolutely can see your ancestral self skulking through the forests, by the lake, and through the tall grasses, drawing and recording the local flora and fauna for all to admire at a later date.
Oh, yes, Niles is a dear. He also plays viola wonderfully in our local string quartet, having taken it up as a young man whilst recovering from his war wound. Between him and Balaclava, his horse, they sport five legs. He has certainly taught me not to underestimate anyone!
😂 Edgy, you’re killin’ me.
In a good way, one hopes!
By the way, an old friend, S. Holmes, dropped by the other day, and was able to deduce the exact date of Niles’ war wound from the same information I have presented to you above. Wearying of men trying to impress me, I told him it was no great matter, my friend P. Cheng could easily perform the same feat.
Do be so kind as to prove me right–I don’t wish to pressure you, but the disposition of a cask of sherry is riding upon the result.
Ah, dear Edgy, that cask of sherry will surely remain in your capable hands! You needn’t share a drop with that arrogant and very rarely charming S. Holmes. Poor Niles was wounded on October 25, 1854, otherwise known as the Charge of the Light Brigade during the Battle of Balaclava in that dastardly Crimean War.
“Boldly they rode and well;
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
Rode the six hundred.”
My throat constricts and my eyes water terribly just from thinking of those lines. What do you say we invite that brilliant Tennyson fellow over next time he’s tromping around in our neck of the woods?
Bravo, Peg! I knew you could do it—Mr. Holmes has sent the sherry, with two glasses, “for you and your estimable friend, to drink in health and wit.” I beg you not to be too hard on him—he has been of great use to me in the past (perhaps I can tell the particulars someday). It is true that a glittering mind like his can easily be blinded by its own light, and I believe that damnable cocaine has amplified the more astringent aspects of his personality. But surely his note shows that the kinder Holmes is still extant.
I stand corrected, my dear Edgy. The sherry that Holmes sent was incredible and his note was gracious indeed. Perhaps we should invite him along the next time we go traipsing around London with our motley crew?
Mr. Holmes with our motley crew? I’ll warrant it would be a kind of quiet riot, yet one that even the deaf leopard in the zoo should hear. As usual, I will tie a rose to the axle of my carriage, and park at Kensington Gardens. Dearest Peg, your mischievous schemes keep me young! Until then, I remain your most devoted servant–
Edwina Gyre
Ahh, that is my intent, EG, to keep you young at heart! And not just for you, but for myself as well. As we enter the Deep Purple stage of our lives (you had a head start, my dear), may we never Rush, but always take our time to engage, converse, and Kiss each other’s cheeks each time our paths cross. That is my wish before our ultimate Exodus. Love always, your Twisted Sister 👄 🖤