It's that time of year again. This mama's got a brand new bag! I wish I could have filled it with fruit from that tree. I'd have bought two bags if I could have; then I'd have brought home two bags full like Baa Baa Black Sheep. I always thought of the little sheep as Baa-Baa when I was a kid. And it always sounded silly asking a sheep if it had any wool. I hoped the sheep would say something sassy in the none-affirmative.
My bag isn't real wool. Faux felt it is, but a winter mail bag it is nonetheless. Purple and green. Don't be fooled by the darker shade. It's not the purple of my childhood, no matter how many people try to say it's the color purple. Eggplant! It reminds me of Japanese eggplant. Check this out: They range in color from lavender to pink, green, and white. . . . (From The Cook's Thesaurus: Eggplants. See? I'm not the only one who royally disputes the color. Purple is purple. The new bag is deep and roomy enough for packages, boxes and other postal stuff. My only wish is for an inner pocket to keep my panes of stamps nice and unmolested. A place for my wallet, glasses and keys wouldn't hurt either. My new purple bag is only for two seasons, so I won't complain. I've got a brand new bag and some goodies to go in it!
Hello my beauty!
Thank you, clever Mrs. Duffy. You did what I have not mustered the courage to do. Yet. You just decided to do it, and you went for it. I cannot bring myself to make the cruelest cut of all: the initial cut. I went as far as searching for a quill knife. The price put me in deep freeze. I know, I know. Excuses are free and easy. So, thank you very very much for this lovely handmade quill.
The subtle iridescence is stunning. This feather loves Texas light. I've marveled at every bit of it, on a daily basis, since its arrival. I promise to use it soon. Courage takes time to develop.
Another joy bolt from the blue. Wow!
wow 1 |wou| informalexclam.(also wowee |ˈwouē, ˈwouˈ(w)ē| )expressing astonishment or admiration: “Wow!” he cried enthusiastically.
Randall gave me enough for 10 sets, the equivalent of 10 envelopes. Wow! They're all so perfect for my Red Letter Day Project. (a hard grin) I promise you he reads my mind some days. Randall? Hug your neck for me? Thank you one thousand and one times over over the limit! I wasn't quite ready to share your and Mrs. Duffy's beautiful gifts just yet since I'm still wrapped in the wonder of them, but my little voice was beginning to sound like Gollum when he crooned to his Precious. We can't have that, can we?
Goodness, but I do get so emotional at times! I hope "thank-you" ripples through forever, because I can never say it enough. I hope you feel it. What I wouldn't give to be good enough to use my lovely quill to write my red letters, and post them using these stamps. I won't stop practicing until I am good enough to do just that.
And that's not all. There's more. For another post on another day. Over-stimulation is not good for limners. May your days overflow with preciouses or. Write on!
10:33 P.M. See? I forgot!
I forgot this! Outgoing x 3 more, for a total of 6 in the bag. I'm good for at least two more before bedtime.