I'm busy downsizing my life, so you know I've come across any number of items that get tossed into the what-was-I-thinking box. Or not. A good example of the "or not" is this full page newspaper ad. I only meant to hold on to it until I found time to Google the inventions listed. Listing the names of the inventors would have made it easier, but no matter. I learned a lot. Learning is my defense for having kept this paper since 2009, and I rest my case. Or not. I turned it into a cover for my current journal in recognition of Black History/Heritage Month.
I look forward to buying BH stamps every year. This year was no exception. In fact, I was thrilled because there's a new stamp to add to my collection! Those in charge drag out the same old images year in and year out when it comes to proffering a pacifier to the people who celebrate the 28 days of concentrated history set aside to African Americans. There's always Sojourner Truth, Frederick Douglass, Dr. Carver . . . You know the ones. Well, by golly and goodness me, there's a new face on the pane! Meet Robert Robinson Taylor. I bought two panes.
I consider this new stamp to be a great beginning and a fitting end on my journal. A mind will forever be a terrible thing to waste; as is good ink, stationery, and mail art. So I got busy. I answered a short stack of letters, (I was too lazy to scan each envelope.) repaid a creative debt to Patty, and sent a couple of overdue gifts. Too bad I forgot to take photos of all my creativity! I meant to, truly I did. I so wanted a souvenir of this year's first BH mail-out. But memory is also a terrible thing to . . . Um. What was I saying?
Until I remember, I'll share bits of my good intentions. Outgoing!
You can't judge a letter by its envelope. Sometimes it's what's inside that counts most. It sure looks strange, does it not?
Don't let the Christmas stamp fool you. Don't let it blow your mind. I work with what I have.
I don't recall the last time I had as much fun being creative as I did with the contents of this little tube. I felt spring coming on since the temp was in the low eighties and just went wild. Don't get me wrong, I love winter but warmth and sunlight in February tends to make me want to gambol mentally. Wash tape in spring colors help to satisfy those urges. Then I saw this, and forgot all about Washi tape.
Kudos to the USPS! You made my day. History, heritage, and a Maya Angelou stamp, all in the shortest month of every year.