The Houston Livestock and Rodeo is going on. I dusted off my cowgirl. She sings, "Let us go-de-o to the rodeo." She makes a sweet card. Although I am a native Texan, I have never gone to one myself. A rodeo. Parades, yes, rodeos, no. I am not big on torturing bulls and horses. I dislike mauling mutton--sheep were not meant to be ridden by young children wearing helmets. I like the big scholarship bucks that come from the livestock young people raise and care for though.
"She had colorful dreams & happy accidents." There are no accidents. Be happy. I am happiest when I ____________. Fill in the blank. Cutting back on posting is not fun. It makes me unhappy. Good habits are hard to break. I feel lost after twenty-four hours of abstinence. Oh, poor me.
"Laying Down Limner"
It's not fun, laying down, but making postcards is, which proves . . .
Kathleen Young sent me beautiful copies of quotes that make me feel so much smarter. Mental ads are good for improving life while on the move. Thank you, Kathleen. I plan to be great.
I found Mr. Zippy last night when I was looking for blank postcards. Do you remember this ad campaign? Yes? That make you . . . " A product of the 60s or the 70s? I Googled the slogan and ended up spending an hour reading some of the results. I forget where I found the fingers and pen but everything seemed to come together as they should. I wish the USPS would issue a black and white stamp. Monochromatic stamps are cool. Note to self: Write a letter suggesting b&w stamps.
This is last night's creation. It's number seven in a series called "Incowgnito." The others are here, but please know that doing a series is more fun than you can imagine. When you come up with your master theme, milk it for all it's worth. Make butter if you must, but just go with it: http://limnersyearofmailartl.blogspot.com
Now, here comes the good stuff. I mailed a package to Australia today, to the tune of $22 and some change. Five or six letters went out, and it felt good. I was rewarded with mail. Yes, mail. Good mail. Mail that embarrassed me.
I like horses. When I was sixteen I dated a young man who owned two horses. I liked the horses much better, so when he proposed, I told him we should see other people. Tame horses couldn't drag me up the aisle, so I left town. Lovely images can cause past traumatic episodes to flare up, can't they? Whoa, Nellie!
So, I embarrassed myself in the parking lot. I took my Swiss Army knife and neatly slit the fold in the top of this envelope. I looked down into a sea of white paper. And nothing else.
I did what you would have done first: I turned it over. Aha! Instructions. Directions? Sorry MN. I ruined your lovely creation. Silly me. I should look before I leap, right? I hope I'll get another chance. But, had I not disobeyed, I wouldn't have this little anecdote to share. Thank you.
Step 1: Create something.