That doesn't mean it's not--or it can't be--'cause truth is, before you open the envelope, you never know what you're gonna get. I believe this. So, maybe that's why I set out to make a letter box. Well, maybe. Then maybe not, since the truth is, I had a block of styrofoam I couldn't bear trashing. I held onto it until this past weekend. Did I mention JC came home? Yep, he was here until Monday afternoon. Seemed like the first thing he complained about was that 5 X 8 block. I dared him to get rid of it. Wasn't sure what I'd do if he did, but still . . . I was for real.
I think an idea began percolating the moment I pulled it from the box it came in. One man's trash is a woman's treasure. Or it can be. So, I went downstairs Monday night, and picked up the first things that appealed to me: A spatula and a serrated knife. Upstairs again, I picked up the large glass cutting board and a cutting pad, and set to work. Not having a clue to what I'd do . . . Maybe I did by the time I made the initial slice, since things just kinda came together like they'd been planned on some cosmic drawing board.
A single slice and I had two halves of styrofoam. The spatula was perfect for outlining the edges. I used my nails to scoop out the insides. Once more--spatula to the rescue, for pressing and flattening. Erin, remember all that filler paper I've been saving? Well, two sheets came in handy for wrapping the outsides. See?
It made a great liner, too.
And that paper tape I picked up on sale? Well, it "just happened to be" the right color, and what do you know? The word "chocolate" is printed on it. How magical is that?
You know how Whitman's sampler has the names of all those chocolates laid out in the lid? Well, hello. The fact that I like the alphabet has nothing to do with serendipity, creativity, or imagination. Nor does this little fyi I want to share here: I dated a guy who worked for the local pharmacy when I was in high school. He brought me so many boxes of chocolates, they lost their special-ness. Wonder if that had anything to do with me not watching the Gump movie? I read the book though. That was way before they made the movie.
I wrote my letter after my doctor's visit. Three double sided pages. I included one of my favorite buttons in lieu of chocolate. Hope the connection doesn't go unnoticed. I really like that button.
Well, here it is--all wrapped up, tied up, and sealed. Wonder how much a box of words will weigh? Care to guess.