When I started this blog in 2007 (what?!), it was simply a
place to talk about trading cards. Marie and I had each other to discuss cards
and show each other our new goodies, but the writer in me wanted to do a bit
more.
Since then, so many things have changed:
– I’ve changed jobs three times.
 I have more gray hair.
– I moved back to New York.
– I gained three more nieces.
– I got married.
That is just the short list.
The crazy thing about A Cardboard Problem is that I would
likely wouldn’t have the job now if this blog wasn’t created. I wrote about
cards on this site for several years. Then, I got an opportunity to do
freelance pieces for Beckett and eventually became an editor there. Four months
ago, I landed at Topps, and having experience in the card industry certainly
helped.
Through the blog I also have meant and traded with so many
great collectors. It renewed my love for collecting because I didn’t feel as
though Marie and I were in a collecting vacuum. There were still thousands of
collectors and many of you came to visit our little blog about two women who
love cardboard.
I was completely humbled after my wedding. Besides marrying
someone who is a card collector (who’s luckier than me?), I received gifts in
the mail that were arranged by Stale Gum (government names kept out to protect
the innocent) where more than a dozen people gave to buy Dan and me a gift.
For those that didn’t know, we got a toaster oven and a
blender. I have already made some frothy adult beverages with the blender and
they were delicious.
I am deeply touched by the gift. In all my wildest
imaginations, I never thought that a little card blog would turn into a place
where I would meet great friends. Even if we have never met and simply chat on
Twitter all day or simply comment on each other’s blogs, I know I have truly
made great friends that go far beyond our hobby. I didn’t list the names, but
you will be getting a special thank you card in the mail that may just include
a real trading card of the newlyweds.
Thank you so very much.