This is one of my favorite envelopes. They crave white ink and secrets. I do try to accommodate.
Remember Hi-Fructose Magazine? Well, I took a page from the current issue and turned the Bjork photo into an imperfect envelope.
The flap side.
Tell me you watch the show that created #JeffWeCan. It will save me from telling you about this sick lung in boots, spurs, Stetson and General Custer gloves. Sigh.
The ink spots? No pun intended but I made a mess. Humidity does strange things to the inks in my life.
This has to be the longest stamp in postal history. It's only fitting, right?
There are five letters in all but since I could not disguise the recipient's address, I tactfully replaced it with these ladies from Flow. Don't they remind you of the ladies from Downton Abbey and Selfridge's?
As far as the one-a-day letter/card challenge, I'm ahead of the tally. What's your score? How about a little show and tell?
Happy mail to you.
I forgot to show-and-tell-you about this. Naturally the cover caught my eye. I'd read the review some Sundays back, so of course I didn't remember what the story's about. But I remember liking something about the potential between the begin and end page. Thank goodness for teasers. I wish I might be as brave as Etta, but common sense reminded me that it's all fiction; so hooey and yea both. Etta does write a letter to Otto, and that's what matters. Have you read it? The book. Think you might? I might. Right after I finish the one I'm working on finishing, along with the five or six I've started, or the new one I started today. I am so busy with the eternal three Rs: reading, 'riting, and 'rawing.