Men. Cards. Difficulty.

For my Valentine, I made a card that wasn't particularly cute, but perfectly apt and I put a personal message across the front, painstakingly stamped with an alphabet set because there are no commercial stamps available that have the sort of nonsense we say to each other.  On the day, I watched him open it.  He ripped the envelope open, took the card out, opened it and stepped to the window to read what I'd written inside. The he kissed my forehead, thanked me, stood the card on the bookcase and went to work.

And that is how you now understand why I have trouble making cards for men.

They are ever so slightly under appreciated.  What? You say.  He opened it didn't he?  He put it on display didn't he?  Yes and Yes.  But he didn't look at the front at all.  I know this because first of all he definitely should have had something to say about the stupid phrase stamped on it, and (here's the clincher) to fit the phrase on the card, I used a landscape format. He stood it up in portrait format without so much as a second glance.  And there it stayed, the wrong way around until a month later I gave it to him for our anniversary.  He gave me a slightly quizzical look, but did not question it, and believe it or not, stood it on the same bookcase the wrong way around again.  

This is not a bitter and venom filled report, I think it's hilarious really, but also really...no wonder I'd rather buy a card for a chap.  So this Thursday's Cards for Men workshop will be delivered more in hope than expectation that other girls have erm, other types of men!