Postcards Giveaway

Yes, I know it’s been a while.

Ah, all this moving and all these unfinished things I need to do.

But, I haven’t forgotten about the cards. I don’t have the time to draw a lot, but I still send cards a lot and I promise to keep you updated frequently.

That is why I want to make a small giveaway, to show it to everyone that I really care. Here’s how you can get a card from me:

  • Show me that you care about what I do.
  • Like our Facebook page and follow us on Instagram
  • Message me or DM me and tell me what is the thing you love the most about GIPostacards
  • Wait for your postcard to come at your door!

Until next time,

Ivana

Postcard From Zurich – a Place of Joy

I remember my visit to Zurich, in February 2015, for a European Karate Championship.

I didn’t see an much of it as I truly wanted, but I got a little view of this wonderful city in a same condition like I see it on this postcard. And ahh, it brings me so many amazing memories from that time.

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Marco (/u/penguinsontv), thank you so much for reminding me of this city!

Do you like ice-cream?

This month I’m announcing the start of summer. In England it doesn’t really seem like summer yet, so I’ll be drawing a lot of ice-creams for you guys.
And the best thing is – you get to color them yourselves!

How cool is that, eh?

You can get one ice-cream card yourself here.

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Friendship And Weirdness – Postcard from India

I have never been to India, but India reminds me of the old values of life. It reminds me of my childhood and then I get nostalgic about home, about Macedonia.

Athira says my name reminds her of her childhood. There was one Ivana in her first grade and was her only friend back then. It makes her nostalgic.

I remember my first grade. It was a little bit boring, because I already knew how to read. After a while, I just got used to the fact that I have to repeat all the letters with the children in my class. I had many friends. And time after time I started to lose them one by one. It was no one’s fault. It just had to be that way.

Or maybe it was my fault. Because I was different. I still am.

I never wore the clothes they did. I never put make-up in the ways they did. I always wore bracelets with dream catchers and evil eyes and handmade jewellery, and they thought I was weird. But I didn’t care. I still don’t.

I was weird, but I was me. And I love the ME I was and the ME I am.

And yes, that left me with just a few friends, those true ones, that accept my weirdness and we are together cool. I found a man that is weird with me, and it feels amazing.

And what more can you expect in life? I have everything I need.

And I’m happy.

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