It's all about me. And the little things.

I am a big believer in four-letter words, such as cake. Here's what happens in my life.

Aug 24

Week 43: Serenade me!

This card was loosely inspired by a conversation I had this week. I don’t want to go into detail, but here’s the gist of it: There’s something about guys and gals who can play an instrument and/or sing (really well), isn’t there?

(Please don’t freak out if you don’t belong to the musically inclined: Sending a postcard it sexy, too!)


Aug 17

Week 42: New Heights

I’m not sure if this will eventually become part of the Lucky Card series… but since a lot of other (fun) things can be taken to new heights, I might just make a postcard out of it. 


Aug 10

Week 41: Toilet Paper

One more, before I start to post nice(r) things again.

As always, none of the cards from the If you fuck with me, I’ll send you a postcard series were designed with any particular in mind.


Aug 3

Week 40: Back with a (Re)Vengeance

The break is over and new cards are ready to be shared with the world - including a few new updates for one of my favorite series: If you fuck with me, I’ll send you a postcard.

As always, these cards were not designed with anyone particular in mind.


Aug 2

My Year Without a Cell Phone

I don’t have a cell phone. I haven’t had a cell phone for a year and yet, I’m still alive. To be honest, I don’t even know if I will get one again any time soon. 

Quick, someone offer me a book contract and buy the movie rights! 

In case you were expecting an elaborate blog post about what living without a cell phone taught me, how it changed everything (and then some), and what advice I would like to give other people who are brave enough to try this experiment as well: You’re shit out of luck. 

It’s no big deal - especially since there are at least ten other ways to get in touch with me. 

Let’s all move on, shall we? 


Jul 13

Week 39: Break

I decided to take a little post card break until the end of the month. 

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I’ll be back in August and we’ll finish our 52 weeks. (And then some.)

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Jul 7

Happy Anniversary! (A short story about patience and respect)

One of my rules in life is to not use the Internet to rant.

Today, I’m going to make a little exception.

As you might know, I moved back to Switzerland about a year ago, and my goal was to get a copywriter internship at an advertising agency. I sent out a bunch of applications and nice emails. Some of these applications included a so-called “Copy Test” - usually about five to ten writing and brainstorming assignments -  so the nice people who do the hiring can judge if you’re a worthy candidate for an interview. These tests usually take up a lot of time to fill out, because becoming a creative in an advertising agency is a lot like trying to find the holy grail. Or the perfect bathing suit. 

A year ago, I sent such a copy test, a resume, and a cover letter to a renowned advertising agency in Switzerland. It was a semi-unsolicited application - most ad agencies always look for new talent and generously invite everyone to send in a resume or two.  
Even though I wasn’t responding to a specific job posting, I put my heart and soul into this particular application. I wore my lucky underwear and prayed to Copywriter Jesus when I hit send. 


That was on July 7, 2013. 

I was fully aware that they probably get a lot of these somewhat random applications and that reading them is not a priority. So I waited.


And then, I waited some more. 

I followed up. 

A couple of months later, I got a internship at another agency. Yay!
The waiting then became more of a hobby that I pursued when I was bored on the train. 

I asked a Twitter-acquaintance, who works at the agency, if he could figure out what happened to my application. After all, internships are temporary and I wanted to actually get hired somewhere. I was told that there is a post-it with a reminder on someone’s desk. 

Hope always dies last. (But it still dies.)

I sent a Christmas card with a subtle (and polite) hint to read my fucking application and give me a god damn answer. 

In the meantime, I enjoyed every second of my internship and tried to learn as much as I could. I was so excited that there’s a chance that I might become a copywriter after all. A real copywriter. 



Today is July 7, 2014. 
Still no answer. (Way to go, representative of the communications industry.)

It’s been a year since I sent my application to a place that ignored the shit out of my hopes and dreams. (Insert sad music.)

Even though I stopped giving a crap about my little application and a possible little job, I’m still waiting for a proper response. That seems fair, right? Since I took the time to apply and think of creative ideas for their assignment, I should receive some kind of feedback, shouldn’t I? Quid pro quo and all that jazz. 

Sure, I could send them a strongly worded letter or storm into their offices and curse like a sailor. Or I could celebrate that sad little incident in style: with anniversary flowers. 

A lovely sunflower will be sent to that advertising agency today. Addressed to my application. There will be a note, saying that I haven’t forgotten about it and that I hope that someone will eventually take the time to give it the attention it deserves. 

Who knows, maybe that will be the trick to somewhat speed up the process. If not, I might send chocolates next year. 

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PS:
Dear people at ***** Worldwide,

I don’t care how mind-blowing your work is and how many awards you win. I don’t care if you don’t like my resume, if you think my cover letter is stupid and the copy test is a disgrace. I still deserve some respect. 

Love, 
Isabelle 


Jul 6

Week 38: The Next Level

There are various reasons for feeling bloated and constipated: allergies, diet, lack of exercise, hormones, medication, and relationships.
Yep, being in a (new) relationship can kind of bring everything to a halt down there.

We can turn off the light (aka real-life photoshop) and use ninja moves to hide wrinkles, dents, hair, or flappy skin. But when it comes to smell, things get tricky.
Romantics might say that relationship-related digestion issues have to do with all the butterflies in our stomachs. A lot of other people say that not being able to break wind and go number 2 is caused by (desperately) trying to  convince our significant other that our shit don’t stink. Because OMG, if they found that it did, our dreams of a happy future together would go down the toilet. So a lot of people don’t/can’t do anything but pee for weeks or even months. They reschedule their bowel movements, use public restrooms, and keep forgetting things at home so they can take a dump in their own bathroom. They probably also buy a dog so they can blame their farts on the cute puppy.

It’s a lot of work for something we cannot really control. We all fart (10-18 times a day). Some of these farts sound funny. Some of them smell. Between the farts, there’s poop. It usually smells as well and there’s a scientific reason for it. So let’s just all get over it, shall we? After all, there are windows, air fresheners and poo-pourri.

Long story short: Taking your relationship to the next level is not (just) about saying the L-word or meeting the parents. It’s about not having to pretend you’re some magical creature who neither farts nor poops.


Jun 29

Week 37: Revised Poetry

Inspired by beautiful roses at my friend’s house, I added some (in)appropriate poetry to last week’s card:

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Jun 22

Week 36: Poetry

Went to ART Basel. 

Saw a sign. 




Made a card.




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