Our Christmas Cards with Minted

Every year, Mark and I order holiday cards to send to our friends and family. Last year, I used Tiny Prints, but this year I decided to go with Minted, one of my favorite online stationary resources. I've always enjoyed scrolling through Minted's stationary and art selections, but it wasn't until my close friend Whitney over at Hey Whitney shared her holiday cards that I decided to go ahead and order our own. 
(P.S. Her cards were even cuter in person. Kudos to her for getting her hubs to pose for holiday photos. Mine would have probably run away screaming.)
I couldn't stop drooling over Minted's gold foil card options. There are so many adorable, holly-jolly designs-- it was really hard to pick just one. I found myself thinking "Hmmm... well we could do Christmas cards and New Years cards." But no one wants to be that couple... I mean, come on, everyone would hate us if we did that. No offense if you do both; good for you for being that organized. I, however, am not.

I was beyond thrilled with our cards when they arrived in the mail.  I chose one of my favorite photos of Mark and me. My photographer friend Sarah snapped a few impromptu photos of us when we visited the Schifferstadt Museum here in Frederick last October. The three of us were standing in the house's large side lawn when the sun decided to beam through the trees in that oh-my-gosh-this-is-perfect way.  I feel like this photo is such a rarity for us. Bless our hearts, but my husband and I do not always photograph well. I mean, we're not ogres, but neither of us enjoys posing in front of the camera. It's a miracle if we both manage to smile and look in the same direction at the same time. So when I saw this picture, I was beyond happy with it. I don't know how, but somehow Sarah managed to capture a lot of emotion in one little image. 

Mailing holiday cards is without a doubt one of my favorite parts of the holiday season.  As cheesy as it sounds, I always fix myself a cinnamon-y hot chocolate, turn on some Christmas carols, and get to work stamping, writing, and sealing. As a society, we've really moved away from snail mail, but there's still something so special about receiving letters in the mail. It shows that you took a moment to stop and think of someone else. Plus, it's just so festive and fun. 
Oh and are you wondering how many ways I can style my holiday cards? Well, here's yet another flatlay to prove that I can, in fact, style them four ways: 

I highly recommend ordering your holiday cards through Minted. Their designs are truly unique and good quality. Don't worry-- there's still time to get your card order in before Christmas. Right now, Minted is offering free expedited shipping using code SHIP at checkout. Shop their Express Service Holiday Cards for an adorable design that will still arrive on time. Don't miss out!
Patina & Purl is a member of Minted's affiliate program so affiliate links have been used throughout this blog post. If you do purchase your holiday cards via one of these links, I will receive a small commission. However, the opinions expressed here are truly my own-- I really love my cards! 

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year from Amp and Abi. 

Here's a toast to your 2015 being full of laughter, happiness, and love! 

Thanks to all my readers for reading and journeying with us. 

We're looking forward to a new year full of new possibilities.

Have fun and stay safe tonight, everyone!

Home for the Holidays

Clutching luggage in each hand, one bag balanced on the  very edge of your shoulder, you kick the door with the toe of your boot. Thunk thunk thunk. A distant patter of footsteps, someone hurrying to greet you. The knob creaks and turns, and then the door swings up, suffusing the winter night with warm air and yellow light. It slants across the law, a distended rectangle reaching out to welcome you home. 

Panting, you heave your burdens--duffle and gift bags--over the threshold. As the chill ebbs from your limbs, you breathe hellos and how are yous, fielding hugs and backslaps. A bundle of fur bumps past your shins--the dog rushing in before you. His head low and his tail beating, he innocently displays all the excitement you feel as you let your luggage fall to the foyer floor. Your shoulders ache from the relieved weight as you think "I'll worry about those later." For now, you are home. 

This year, we spent Christmas in Virginia with Mark's family: the Hobbs and the Richardsons.

Every family has its own unique holiday traditions, but Mark's family always ensures that a few of my own family's traditions are observed. Every year, without fail, my own mom made sausage and cheese balls. After opening our gifts, she would pull trays of sausage-cheese balls, crumbly and warm, from the oven. Crispy and brown, they were always too warm to touch, but we grabbed them anyway, bouncing them around on our palms before dropping them onto a small plate. Too good to wait. My sister, father, and I would wolf them down, pausing only to douse them with Tabasco sauce. (Some families are wine connoisseurs. The Black family are hot sauce snobs.)

The first year that I spent Christmas with Marks, I passingly mentioned that I would miss Mom's sausage-cheese ball breakfast. To my surprise, I awoke the next morning to their familiar smell and found a small plate sat before me, complete with a side of Tabasco.

It's the little things that let you know you are loved.

For me, Christmas can be described through its various tastes and smells.

Heady cinnamon. The buttery, velvety softness of chocolate-peanut-butter fudge. The tartness of cranberry. Sweet boiled custard, smooth and thick on your tongue, like melted ice cream. Juicy ham, spiced with brown sugar. The creamy whirl of mashed potatoes, drizzled with salty ham gravy.

The day after Christmas, Mark's maternal grandmother hosts a Maryland-style holiday dinner, and her dining room swells with family. Having lived in Baltimore before relocating to Virginia, Gram whips together a seafood feat that makes everyone's mouth water. Steamy shrimp, fried oysters, and lumpy crabcakes whose "one per person" rule would test a saint's willpower. Marylanders are as proud about their crab and seafood as Carolinians are of their BBQ or Georgians of their fried chicken. The pride is well-deserved.

Eating seafood at Christmas surprised me the first time I ever encountered it. Being from the Deep South, I associated tinsel with casserole, Santa Claus with chicken and ham. But after having been a member of Mark's family for three holiday seasons, this tradition now feels just that: traditional. It simply wouldn't be a proper Virginia Christmas without shrimp.

Recently, I encountered an interview article of the ever-vivacious and cherry-lipped Taylor Swift in which she remarked that some of us love to give gifts and some of us love to receive gifts. I definitely fall into the former category. I honestly derive as much or possibly even more joy from selecting paper, ribbon, and trimmings than I do from unwrapping my own presents.

However, this year, I received an unexpected gift that upended my giving preference. On Christmas Eve, my iPhone pinged with a text message: a video file of my father reading The Night before Christmas. As a little girl, I would snuggle on my parents' bed with my sister (along with a stuffed animal and a kitten or two) to listen to him read the familiar poem. Even though my sister now has children of her own and I'm married and living hours away--when we're all together for the holiday, we still curl up like little girls, ready to be read to.

It's funny how something as simple as hearing your dad's voice can make you feel both gut-wrenchingly homesick and content to your very core.Such is the magic of the holidays, I suppose.

What are some of your favorite Christmas traditions?

How did you and yours celebrate?