Boring Postcards.

Perfect – this year my grandma gave me a book of 50 black-and-white postcards for Christmas, all of pioneer women staring dully into the camera.

The back reads “Dear Sarah, wish I was at home, at least there were dishes to do there. Grandma keeps trying to teach me how to knit a cat, but I just keep zoning out. It has rained for the past 7 days…everything smells like wet sheep. I can’t wait to get home. See you in two more weeks. Elvin”