A Poor Girl's Moving Announcement

I think it’s no secret that I don’t have a lot of money. I love my job to death, but until I get to an Anna Wintour status, I will be eternally be shopping like I’m still twenty-one. 

The one good thing about living off of cereal and peanut butter for the last few days before your direct deposit clears is that you get extremely creative. And sometimes a little bit crafty. 

I think its equal parts Mimi and my mom that have brainwashed me into believing that handwritten thank-you notes and cards are the way to go. Someone’s gotta keep snail mail in business, I guess.

Since my workload was light yesterday, I decided to impress my Mimi and mother by sending out moving announcement cards. I hadn’t practiced cursive handwriting in years, so I wasted about fifty trees in my early attempts. But I’m fairly pleased with the results - and all done with a sharpie and an Instagram picture (of course). 

I had some pretty atrocious puns before I landed on this one. Things involving birds, nests, NASA, etc. Luckily I scrapped them before landing on this one. You’re welcome, Mimi.