That’s what I have in a closet at my house: stationary stationery.
Lovely paper and envelopes that hasn’t been moved in years.
I can’t remember the last time I wrote a real letter. Partly because I had several (much) older friends who have all died but mostly because if I actually sit down and write a letter, the world will come to an end.
I cleaned the closet on Saturday and was surprised at how much stationery I still own, some of which is in unopened boxes. Some of it is is so pretty. I’d forgotten how much fun it was to go through boxes of stationery at a store, looking for something that best represented you.
I’m not sure what to do with it. Several years ago I took a bunch to a nursing home. The activities director there said their residents still wrote letters and would appreciate having it.
But I don’t even know if they’d want it any more.Most of the 80-year-olds I know rely on email for communication.