Roll me over in the clover; she did it again! I am not good at keeping secrets, so not sharing the goodness of Elle prematurely has been one of the hardest things I've done all day. Weeding with my left hand this afternoon was a cinch in comparison. I thought I'd burst before I could sit and do a show and tell. This moment is . . . Well, just look and you'll know what I mean.
Imagine my surprise. Exclamation! Embarrassed but not too embarrassed to take photos while people looked at me curiously . Talk about surprised!
So surprised that I had to take another shot.
And another as a pinch. I removed one piece of mail at a time. I savored the moments. I was so cool. My hands shook only a little bit.
A timely tip: It is better to have a Swiss Army Knife in your bag than it is to have a compact. You cannot defend yourself against a slow, fumbling assailant or open an envelope with a compact. Plus, a SAK makes a cleaner slit than a key.
I sat, and I read all that delicious mail in the parking lot. I took my time. I savored each word. The sun beamed down on my pate, and it was good. I need a haircut though. I saved the big envelope for last. My, my, my.
Dear Elle. Roll me over in the clover 'cause you did it again. I get so emotional sometimes. Thank you. You are a jewel more priceless than rubies, opals and diamonds. My birthstone is the diamond, and opals run a close second to being my favorite gem stone. Rubies hover in the middle, but these precious gifts that you designed are as great as the Hope Diamond. Thank you. Such a professional job you did. Such a green crowds me and flows in my life.
See? I missed the green on the can of Ultra Duster. I couldn't have staged something this serendipitous if I'd planned it. Now you know more of my secrets: I still like bubbles. I like greens. I pile things on my desk when I dust my shelf. I use Aveeno, and I still use Sharpies to highlight. I am also off topic, but Tulu is from South Africa.
The envelope. Such lovely stamps, huh. Hearts and suche. I like the old way of spelling the word, don't you? No? Well, to each her own, right? No matter.
Even the back is lovely.
I believe that I am one of the luckiest women on the planet. A lot of work went into this gift. Every gift takes thought, energy, effort and goodness. This one has so many elements that say Limner, happy birthday, and . . . And a whole lot of other good things, so that I had to devote this post to saying thanks tonight. Thank you, again Elle. You're swell. I hope I can do such a marvelous thing for someone else soon. That someone includes you.
I don't know what else to say, except quote a man I admire, "I have made this longer than usual because I have not had time to make it shorter." Mark Twain, for one.
Goodnight, and write on.