They're here! JC ordered them for me. JC stands for "just cweet," because he was. I had to savor them a full twenty-four hours before using. They're perfectly unique. Thank you, Michael Osborne. I appreciate how you used all that wasted white negative space that used to make me cringe when I peeled away the last stamp from a pane. I hope you'll check out Osborne's awesome work. You might be surprised if you do. http://uspsstamps.com/people/michael-osborne
I used four stamps last night. One of the first graced the front of my thank-you to write_on for the free starter kit they offer to the first 5,000 who get on board their movement to get us up and writing again, and stronger, for those of us who do write on but lose steam occasionally. (whew!)
Three more were used for postcards from The Flow Book for Paper Lovers. I almost wish I'd saved the Mason jar of flowers for later, simply because they remind me of . . . So much.
Have you seen the Kate Spade stationery collection? They match the From Me to You stamps in such a way you want to forget the price tag. I wonder if she's ever sent a handwritten letter. No matter. I didn't buy a single box. Have you? How's the paper? Does it love ink? Sorry. Does ink love Spade's paper?
Yea! I finally got Maya Angelou stamps today! I read this quote to Erin, and had to wonder if I had to be a rain cloud or thunderstorm in someone's day before I could be a rainbow. I think I offended her before our conversation ended. I will call her tomorrow and be a great big old rainbow. I've been an emotional cyclone in several people's lives lately. Not deliberately, but I've lost several pen friends without consciously trying. I think the total is five now. I think Maya Angelou might add her name to the list of limner haters if she hears how much I dislike her stamp. It does not do her justice. Okay, there I go again. I like the stamp, I don't like the photograph. Or the font size. Heck, I could have created a better design. I guess I'll know she's pissed off with me too if she appears in my bedroom quoting herself, and shaking a finger, warning, "Not in my house."
I love you, Maya!