Ooo-wee man! Another great mail day! I've sent out stacks of mail for days in a way. This reminds me of "Bread cast upon the waters comes back toast." Mail art is like buttered bread. And great mail is like French toast! Today, ten pieces of correspondence feels like I brought home whole loaf of all my favorite breads!
I should have taken a better picture but if I don't write this right now, it might be midnight before I get another chance. I was so excited that I had all this lovely mail, why, I had to read most of it in the post office parking lot. Thanks, y'all! There's mail from two people I hadn't heard from in a good long while. Color my world happy! It's a wonderful mail day.
Old school cool, huh? I'll use it because of the birds, because it's small enough to fit in any bag, and because I still heart paper. Thank you, Hallmark.
Life is full of Hallmark moments. And art imitates life.
I get a free holiday Mason jar if I go back next week. I wonder if Mason ever imagined his glass jars would be so popular. I have some of Mason's jars. They get used year-round. Only the contents change with the seasons. Postcard, anyone?
Ah, the stationery. They don't make it like they used to, do they? I seldom find paper that's as beautiful as some as yours. This has a nice feel. I feel lucky.
Wincing! A-B-C-D-E-F-Gee! It's just what I need. It's made of neoprene. Okay, the actual name is Neoprene Organizer Aztec. Aztec? What's Aztec about it? Is that the name of the font? Hmm.
The neoprene is a soft, gentle, colorful protector for my favorite pen du jour. And there's room for my phone. Or my readers. Oh, happy day!
Then there's this. I hope he doesn't follow my blog because Simon won't forgive me if he sees this. A whisker is caught in the clip of my pen. It happened while I was writing, and it took a while for him to free it. No, I did not help him. He and Minuet must think they can read and write; well, they act like it sometimes. Mail gets chewed. Mail gets delivered from room to room. Simon meows like he's delivering the real deal, or a dead mouse. JC threatens them with exile. Ha! Would you have believe me if I'd told you instead of letting you see it for yourself? Mail does funny things.