💌 Going Postal 💌

You've got mail (if you want it)

That’s right! After three years of existing solely on the internet, The Poop Scoop is finally about to go postal. As in: If you’re interested, I’ll send you some mail.

This weekend, I’ll be sending out handmade Valentine’s Day cards alongside my first little zine of the year to anyone who wants one. If that’s you, simply send me an email or slide into my DMs (if you’re into that sort of thing) with your name and address.

I’ve always been a big card girl. But, to be clear, it’s not about size. Big cards, little cards, short cards, long cards, straight cards, round cards…. I love ‘em all. It isn’t even about the occasion! Sympathies, birthdays, graduations, anniversaries, get-well-soons… I love that, at the end of the day, they all say the same thing: thinking of you.

Giving someone a card is the cheapest, simplest little thrill. All you need to do is pick up a piece of paper, fold it in half, draw a heart on it, and send it. Maybe there’s a fun little surprise on the inside, maybe not. It doesn’t really matter what you write, how it was made, or how much money is (or isn’t) in it. Isn’t it thrilling to be thinking of someone? To be thought of?

Valentine’s Day is the most popular day of the year for telling your people that you’re thinking of them. But who says you can only do that on February 14th?

This year, I’m choosing to think of Valentine’s Day as more of a mindset. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that I waited too long to send this post and actually make cards for them to arrive on time. Regardless, let’s normalize making and sending valentines all year long. Or at least the entire month of February. It’s a sad enough month already; I think it’ll take whatever love it can get.

Drinking of You (2025)

As always, thanks for reading❣️ Send me your address if you’d like some snail mail ❣️