Have you ever admired something so much that it comes to you? When it happens it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Then, when it's sinking in, I grin, hug the gift and give thanks. I don't mean that I covet things. I just . . . I don't know what I do, but for me, admiration is a serious emotion. I totally admire this. It is #278 of 365. Do you recognize it? It's Spopod's amazing art, in the form of a postcard. Thank you, Laura!
This intrigues me to the point of distraction. I am a little concerned that repeated touches and handling might need to be curbed, lest I spoil it with finger and palm DNA. I just had an idea for hanging the gifts that stimulate my brain cells! Sure hope I don't forget. Are you ever taken with something that comes your way via mail?
Aha! I might be on to myself. The shapes are beautifully organic, feminine, and . . . something else.
No, not oniony, but there's something that reminds me of these shapes, layers . . .
Do you see it?
How about here? Do you understand what I'm trying to say? Dang! I've used up my time. More scanned goodness coming your way in bits and dribbles. I like my mail!
Just look at this. I have kept this lovely gift from Anna without damaging it. I've run my fingertip all over it and it survived. So last night I had the idea to put it . . . I placed it too high, but I can trim it. I just wish you could see it like I do. Intricate lace is merely a pale imitation of this gem. Thank you, lovely Anna.
Pamela, you are amazing. What a novel idea. Now why didn't I think of this? I know BHM is over, but so was Christmas when I shared a Christmas card with you recently. Mail art is always in season. Thank you, Pamela. I'm saving the third card. I forgot to take the evidence to the post office with me today. LOL. I suspect the bloomers and cheeks were the problem. . . I could be wrong, but I doubt it. (To quote Mr. Barkley.)
Goodnight all. See you in the mail!