March Mail Club & Postcards From Home

Happy March everyone! 🍀

I hope you’ve been having a wonderful March so far. I myself have been having a very good one! Last month was pretty rough for me. There were a lot of mishaps with the Mail Club launch, like planning for 30 members and suddenly having 700+ members in the first month (which is amazing, but I definitely didn’t set myself up for success 😅).

There were also shipping delays from winter storms causing products to arrive late, my postcard supplier sent defective cards three separate times, my printer broke, I bought a new expensive printer, and then had to buy my old printer again because the new one wouldn’t print on vellum… etc., etc.

Thankfully this month has gone much more smoothly!

 ☆ All 1,000 postcards arrived with no defects ☆

☆ I ordered all my stickers instead of making them myself ☆

☆ I learned how to print colors correctly on my new printer ☆

☆ And I even had time to get my hair cut and go out with friends over the weekend ☆

The first batch was sent out on time and exactly as I wanted it, and I can’t wait to hear what you think! 🤗💖

I was a "bit" overwhelmed last month so I didn’t get to post as much as I wanted about Postcards from Home, but I’m so thankful to everyone who submitted a photo and story. I thought I would share them all down below!

If you have any fun ideas for the community for future Mail Clubs, please leave your ideas in the comments. I’m currently working on April’s Mail Club, and the theme will be fairies / woodland vibes. I’ve got most of the sketching done and I’ll be posting sneak peeks soon! 🧚💗

♡ Postcards from Home ♡

Name: Michelle Guillen (TikTok: @pimphoneymama insta: @ikigaimeshell)

I’ve lived in LA my entire life, and lately I’ve been craving something a little more spontaneous. Which is funny, because living here there’s always something new going on. But I guess the kind of spontaneity I was looking for didn’t involve rooftop bars or pop-ups, it involved nature… and the sun.

City life can feel nonstop and a little chaotic, so I decided to romanticize my mornings a bit. I’ve been chasing sunrises (yes, on purpose, and yes, it hurts 😂), and finding trails to dramatically suffer through just so I can make it to the top and see everything from a different point of view.

Somewhere between the early alarms, the steep inclines, and the “why am I doing this?” moments, something shifted. Ever since I started, I’ve been feeling like a whole new person. Lighter, clearer, and maybe just a little more outdoorsy than I ever thought I’d be and I always think of this following quote when I do these little things.

“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” — Marcus Aurelius

The following photos are from places I’ve either hiked or buildings I’ve snuck into to see the sunrise or the city.

Name: Lucia Hernandez 

I love how it looks at night, the lights reflecting on the river. It's home and diverse. There is always somewhere to explore.

Name: Dimitria Papadatos (https://www.tiktok.com/@peculiar.wanderess?_r=1&_t=ZS-93qQISFCvNF)

Between Two Cities I Carry

I like Windsor the way one likes a quiet song— soft but full, humming with hidden harmonies. It sits at the edge of a border, where Detroit glows just across the river like a neighbor’s porch light left on for you. There’s comfort in that closeness, in knowing adventure waits just over water and passports can turn ordinary days into stories.

Windsor breathes gently. Its waterfront unwinds the mind, ripples brushing stone like whispered encouragement. Creatives gather there—painters with wind-tangled hair, poets scribbling on café napkins, dreamers who turn sidewalks into galleries. It’s a place that says, stay awhile, and somehow you do.

But Toronto— Toronto is a heartbeat.

It rushes, dazzles, collides languages mid-air and turns them into music. Faces from everywhere pass like living postcards, and I watch them the way others watch films— curious, observant, delighted by stories I’ll never know. Museums rise like treasure chests, streets pulse with possibility, and every corner feels like the first page of something big. 

Windsor is where I exhale.

Toronto is where I look up. 

One is a quiet friend with paint on their hands, the other a festival of voices and lights— and somehow, loving both feels like loving two different versions of myself.

Name: Vinita Demla (@vinitameowmeow)

I live in Denton, TX, known as the Halloween Capital of Texas. I love this city. On a warm day I go to the Square to grab ice cream from a local favorite, Beth Marie's. Denton is where I call home. (The photo is taken on film. Features a Bee's Nee's honey lavendar ice cream cone taken in front of the Courthouse on the Square.)

Name: Lauren McLaughlin (@Wren612)

I took these photos today in the Wicklow Mountains in Ireland. I live in Dublin but have taken to going for day trips with my husband and it still amazes me that places like this exist so close to the city and yet feel like such an escape and almost sacred.

There are many beautiful poems by Seamus Heaney and WB Yeats that are worth delving into but when sweet nothing by Taylor Swift came on while we drove through the mountains it felt like one of those moments you don't soon forget.

'I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket, we almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

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