So – if last year’s effort was a marathon, this year was a sprint. Flat out.
In between all the client deadlines, thank God someone was keeping track about this. James looked a little (lot) unkempt for a couple of mornings there, but promises of bacon and Christmas break and Colman’s English Mustard (how did that get worked into the mix? It’s all a blur now, but Gosh that stuff is extra, extra good) kept him (mostly) functioning.
As always, we try to strike that delicate balance between beautiful, useful and somewhat absurd. Drink’s coasters (because no-one likes a ring on their fave table) with some wordy advice on expressing the love to your friends and family this holiday season. The creative process in coming up with the copy was wild, but out of chaos (the Big Bang… I’m just saying) you can find meaning and order.
Speaking of, here they are, IN order:
We had the smallest Elf Packing Crew ever this year – just Susan and I. Poor Su. She’s Type-A and I’m Type-Hey!!! Which is really the very worst kind of help you can get. Even if you’re not Type-A, but especially if you are. Sorry. But we got it all done. With just a few trips to the Post Office. And those USPS ladies at the Barnard St branch are good, good people. Totally worth the downtown parking hassle. Swear. (Also, they have Savannah post mark stamps on the counter if you’d rather it looked like your mail came from here and not Jacksonville, which it does since we lost our local sorting facility some years back.)