Monday, August 15, 2005

I bought a little social insurance the other day.

Sometimes I'm just not on point. The night before we left for Colorado, back when, we attended a party for Lyman's law school class. It was a jolly group, and the host and hostess were warm, generous people with a lovely house in New Orleans.

While we carried 48 of Lyman's excellent crawfish tarts, the hostess deserved thanks in the form of a card.

Six months passed before I sent it. That was the last of a pretty box that I bought from Neiman-Marcus back when downtown Dallas was my stomping ground, say 1988.

I like to keep a stock of special cards for just such occasions.

So I turned to Jordana Adams to see what she had on offer.

She had an elegant painting of zinnias in a milk bottle that works perfectly on cards.

Thanks, Jordana.

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