Thursday, February 23, 2017

Other People's Mail

I've had a pretty decent beginning to this year's mail tally, both incoming and outgoing aka "Other People's Mail," since it is mail to and from other people. *giggle* It's almost tit for tat, kinda-sorta. In essence, it's rotating at a steady, do-able pace, for which I am grateful. My handwriting is still shaky, more often than not, but vanity aside, it's mostly legible. If it isn't so, please let me know.

This is  long over-due OPM, so I apologize. All on its own, the prize fell between the footboard and the mattress, hiding in plain-ish sight; then I couldn't find the mailer. To make amends, I added a tiny extra bit of goodness. By the time we'd had a meal and done our food shopping yesterday, I was in no mood to search for the post office "up north." When JC asked, "Where to next?" I replied, "Home." I'd had a long day and our post office is "down south." I used today to recuperate from yesterday's spine-jarring trip. 

Somehow I managed to put pen to paper, and wrote yet another piece of OPM. Such sacrifices must be done for the good of written correspondence. I am determined to do my part. 

Since the last piece of OPM was just as much fun as ever, I did it again. Yes, I wrote another letter and discovered I had a lot more to say. There were just as many questions as there was shared information. The fun carried over to the envelope where my "minimum embellishment" motivation was rooted in the little circle on the left--the one between the fruited stickers. It's from the good people at Flow Magazine. They've begun to include women with all hues, from other climes and cultures on their pages. It's exciting!

OPM is finer than faerie hair. Dorothy Height graced my mail box a second time yesterday. That stamp is as much about the woman as it is about her hats, and the color purple. Those cute little hats atop my lettered pate make me laugh. Thanks Jean! You're Number One when it comes to pushing the envelopes. I Googled:  Purple Hat Society. Everyone knows about the Red Hat Society, right? Well, the Purple Hat Society deserves a holler too. Consider this one. 

“When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple” 

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple. 

by Jenny Joseph 

 Oh, gee, Willie! She has a purple umbrella too! *grin*

She's looking at me, isn't she??? WOW.

Pharrell Williams is the stand-out here. I'd wear that hat if I could, but I'd look like Paddington Bear. Perhaps Gandalf's would suit me better. No matter. OPM makes up for a list of my own personal mail shortcomings. And, I suppose, it is close to being past time for me to shop for purple. I, too, must practice the wearing before time.

Write on. Try purple ink.

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