A neutral card with a message that shows that the writer cares. Here's what's wrong with it. Firstly, the sheer volume of cards was choking-more than I ever receive on my birthday. Each one was a fresh reminder of what I was trying so hard to avoid, yet each one had to be read, if only to find out who it was from. Next, the awful watercolours.
Flowers are vibrant and alive.
They are for happy times. Washed out renderings of flowers say only that the sender has poor taste. Lastly, the message. The problem, like the cards themselves, is the repetition. Anything becomes a clich when repeated endlessly.