Monday, January 28, 2013

Naked & Exposed


Am back to sending mail in clear envelopes again. I cannot bear seeing packaging go to waste. I didn't think the post office would allow them when I first began using them several years ago, but if they'd put up a fuss I'd have arued my case so well they'd have thought I was channeling Perry Mason, or better yet, Ben Matlock. I like the idea of giving the postal clerks something to look at, marvel over, and wonder about. 

And, on occasion, some goodies fit the package as if they were meant to be combined. Like this gem. I tarted up the folded flap with a little tape and plastic peel-and-seal embellishments. Well dang, but I think I should have bought the apples postage stamps for this one. But who knew?  *sigh*


 The front is quite different from the back, right? Well, I  slipped in a few goodies. In the center is a letter. Teasing is one thing, but letting the writing show seemed tacky in this instance. So, it was time to be creative. The address is the super white cut out. The lovely lady is from a 12 x 12 sheet of vintage paper from Archiver's. She gives the impression that she's naked, doesn't she? Those brows are from when? The Roaring Twenties or the Dirty Thirties? There's more to come from the sheet. Ooh, la!


More exposure. Vellum is swellum. I am still working my clog postcard. I used a little paper cement to attach my scanned image to red pre-cut card stock, wrote a little message on the back, and don't care much that it's exposed. It simply says something about taking things one step at a time. Oh, puns, puns, puns! Wait. It's a cliche! I feel like a bare naked lady, letting my ignorance show. But, moving on . . .

Aha! Bare! My colors are . . . OMG. I jus saw doves committing the act of regeneration. Right outside the window. I am roughly thirteen minutes late with their dinner. Wow. They have nothing better to do? Where am I? Oh. Yes. I am so shocked, the world around me blanched. My drawing lost all its color. I must feed them now, lest the others start up.

Write on. Cover your eyes if need be, but write on.

6:23 PM--P. S. Talk about being exposed? Am sitting here sipping tea, waiting for the cheese to melt atop the casserole, with the curtains open and the blinds up. Something said, "Look to the right." I did, and there stood young Alexis, our young neighbor. He just stood there, leaning against the fence, looking up at me. All the times I have sat here half naked, picking my nose or something, thinking no one could see through this window because I am upstairs and not exactly close, and oh, my goodness. All the neighbors I've watched might have watched me back! Wow. That is a sobering thought. 

I have stood beneath my window, looked up, from different distances, to check my visibility. It's the light from the Apple logo that gave me away. Maybe? Anyhow, I waved to test him, and guess what. He waved back! SMH as I lower the blind.



6 comments:

  1. Hi Limner! I just received your letter today and will be replying soon. :) It was good to hear from you!

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    1. Oh, joy! It made the journey to your hands. :) I'm so glad you're still in the same dorm. I archived my older mail and didn't add your address to my new address book. I promise that I will next time. How are you?

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  2. Ahh, I'd like to know where you get those envelopes. They're just lovely!

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    1. Hey, girl! The vellum envelopes? I buy them at Hobby Lobby, Texas Art Supply, and Archiver's. Some inks take a while to dry but the ones with "lines" seem to dry faster. The flaps are not cute when sealed with paper cement or bookbinder's glue, but aesthetics aren't everything. ;) I am not en envelope licker. : I used to love licking my mama's flaps and stamps when I was a sprat, but only because they were sweet. Ever had tongue paper cut? Let me tell ya' . . . Oops! I could have had a V-8, except it gives me gas. But, I could have saved the licking anecdote for a future post. LOL.

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  3. Thanks for wishing me well Limner, some nice mail you have there!

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    1. How could I not wish you well? Being sick is never fun. I think of poor Barbara Walters with chicken pox and I want to send (or do you SAY) a novena. No matter. You are welcome.

      Thanks for saying my mail is nice. It's fun answering mail, isn't it.

      Be well.

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