Back in the day, when stopping by a friend's house was "coming to call," ladies and gentlemen carried calling cards to announce to their would-be hosts just who had arrived--or who they had missed if indisposed. (If well-to-do folk could have bothered themselves to answer their own doors, maybe this little nicety might never have come to be.)
Now most of us have business cards and vcards and bluetooth profiles and all the other social networking blahdeeblah known to man. But sometimes you don't want to share your every means of being contacted with every person you meet.
That's where calling cards come in:
Going to the park with your kid? When you meet a new playmate, give his mom or dad a way to get in touch with you that says "Cameron / M's Mommy / firstname.lastname@example.org."
Going out on the town?* How about a card with just your name and number? A little vixen-y, but still classy.
Heading to a tweetup? A card with nothing but your web address is memorable, no?
I have dreams of going to a party where everyone's cooler than me (which is just about every party I've ever been to) armed with a stack of cards saying only "I'm rockin' the suburbs, just like Quiet Riot did."**
This downloadable pdf is designed to print 8 patterned cards. It's really just a form--when you type your information on any of the cards, it updates all the cards accordingly; you can enter as many words as you like, but the more you type the smaller your text will be. (It all makes more sense when you see it in action.) I designed these to be compatible with Avery pre-cut business cards (look for products 5881, 8373, 8869), but I printed mine on plain-ole cardstock and just cut-em out. I've included cut lines to make it a little easier.
As always, you can use this template as much as you like for personal, non-commercial use.
* My use of the phrase "out on the town" probably gives away the fact that the last time I actually went out on said town was sometime in the last century, but you get my drift, no?
** Well, really, I'd use a different quote from the same Ben Folds song, but this is a family-ish blog, so you get my drift.