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HelloLuluSLR; The Happiness Project

I was walking down a road the other day and saw a beautiful garden.  I wanted to stop and congratulate the home owner on its beauty but knew that would be odd.  So I thought wouldn't it be nice if I could drop in a card to say how appreciated their hard work was.

Which got me to thinking about the many times I have given people compliments on their outfits, or hair, or the behaviour of their children, the times when I have seen a struggling Mum and wanted to give her some encouragement or high-five a breastfeeding mother.  I thought that it would be great to be able to do all of these things and thus I came up with the idea of The Happiness Project.

I got home and designed some cards that I could get printed, with a blank back, and hand out when I wanted to spread the smile.

The cards are simple and I hope that people will be able to find this blog or my facebook page and let me know they received the smile.  And I hope that will encourage them to pass it on.  Let's start small and make a big change; one green card at a time....

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