Funny LaplandNº 001
The Watch Was Engraved. Barely.
Forty winters of service. One watch, engraved with a name that is almost his. He has already stopped answering emails.
$4,99 (bundle)
Downloadable retirement postcards from Finnish Lapland, where the polar night is long and nobody has to get up for it anymore. Print them. Send them. Clock out.
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The Arctic Postal Service has one department nobody talks about: the Bureau of Unusual Greetings. It operates from Finnish Lapland, in the dark season, under the joint authority of an old drum and a shopping mall Santa.
The Bureau produces downloadable postcards for situations ordinary cards can't handle — when "Merry Christmas" is too little and a phone call is too much. Each one is painted, scribbled, and approved by at least one reindeer before it enters circulation.
You buy the card, the download arrives instantly, and the rest is between you, your printer, and the people on your list.
Approved · Dept. of Weird3 printable retirement postcards, issued all year round — artwork on the front, a finished back side with address lines and a corner reserved for the stamp. Instant download: the only pension here that pays out instantly.
Forty winters of service. One watch, engraved with a name that is almost his. He has already stopped answering emails.
The deck chair was set up in November. The drink has frozen. He has never been happier and will not be moved.
The hole was drilled at dawn. Nothing has bitten. This is, he insists, the point.
No envelopes travel anywhere. You buy a card, and the Bureau transmits the files straight to your inbox, faster than any reindeer and ruder than any elf.
Browse the rack above. The Bureau does not judge your choices. The reindeer might.
The buy button takes you to our Etsy shop and its secure till. Files arrive instantly.
Print on any cardstock, fold nothing, sign something. The back is already ruled: address lines, stamp corner, no thinking required.
1 racks are in circulation. New issues appear when the drum feels like it — which, historically, is whenever the calendar hands it an excuse.
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