Tuesday, November 3, 2015

The Art of an Elevated Envelope

I've looked this beautiful only one other time! Isn't this one of the most beautiful envelopes ever? The ink is one the best blues ever, and I do like blue ink. It reminds me of the blue Schaffer my mother used. It's the blue of the ink I drank because it was so pretty. I was just a little thing but still recall the taste. 

The liner is so pretty! It's like a beautiful petticoat--too pretty to be hidden! I couldn't 
bring myself to take apart the envelope, so I simply folded back a part of the flap and scanned it. The detail, the detail, the detail! The colors match the front. And . . . goodness, Lindsey included some of her "Do Not Bend" stickers! I had to order some just to share. Want some too? You can get them at The Postman's Knock.

The art is in the details. Lindsey elevates correspondence to another level. Inside-out! So, who are the people in our neighborhood? In our neighborhood? They're the people that we meet when we're write. So write on!

Saturday, October 31, 2015

A Satisfactory Saturday Well Lived

Last night was a dark and stormy one. Rain tapped, tapped, tapped against my window pane, bringing back scary memories of Halloween Eves past. Wind blew, there were no howls, nor hoots by great white owls--but there were occasional high pitched whistles, and screams ,from old black and white scary movie scenes. I wrote three letters instead of ghost stories. I drew no pumpkins though! I've had my fill. Around midnight I fell asleep and slept like a woman with a good clean conscience.

I awoke to a damp overcast morning sky. All gun metal gray and white. It's been an easy, breezy, forget-about-housework day, so I grabbed a hoodie, and off I went. East this time. A duplicate markers went back to Hobby Lobby. A return. A refund! 

Off to Barnes & Noble. The makers of Flow lied. The new issue is not in stores! Not here anyway. Since I was there just yesterday, I decided to stay a spell. So I bought a white chocolate mocha frappe without whip, sat at a table near the window, sipped, gazed at people, and thumbed through my new purchases.

A secret pleasure. I enjoy essays. I never understood why fellow students hated writing essays in school. They were one of my favorite ways of expressing myself. Now, "The Best" depends on who gets to edit the essays for the annual offerings. I had to Google Ariel since I am unfamiliar with her work, but I like what she said on her blog about the sandwich and her words. You can read it here:  Ariel Levy Cool typewriter, huh? Wish I could have drawn it for her. Notice how I said could. Such detailed work requires a long attention span. Perhaps I will type a letter to Ms Levy if I enjoy the majority of the essays she's chosen and recommended st the best. But only if I like them. Books are always great reasons to write letters to authors and publishers.

By the way. I bought a grande frappe. I buy one a year, every other year, or every third year. I'm not a coffee drinker, and sugary, calorie-ladened drinks tend to make me hyper. An occasional hit never hurts though, especially not on a day like today. 

This is one of my favorite health magazines. I bought turmeric tea recently, had one cup, have not touched it since. I am in the habit of downing the black English breakfast teas that make uterine fibroids grow instead. I'm weaning myself off them. 

My order for borage tea, dried limes, and saffron sugar came in yesterday's mail. Yeah, tea! I heard of the benefits of borage from Persian Mama's blog. The article about thyroid health was the most appealing reason to buy this issue of Mother Earth Living. I no longer have a thyroid gland. Before I gave it up, I was tired all the time, and suffered from a host of other horrible, debilitating problems. I miss my little butterfly gland, and need to know how to take better care now that I rely on sa upplement.

I picked up this staple for the gumbo recipe on page 109! We have not had gumbo in too long. 'Tis the season. Hunger's the reason. It's time. Besides, okra is great.

Now, you know I had to pass Ace's Post Office on my way to Barnes & Noble. And I know that you know that there was mail that needed mailing. And my favorite postal friend was there! What a reunion it was. We hadn't seen each other in weeks. She works mornings now. Seeing her again felt like it was just yesterday since we'd talked. It's good to feel that way about people who are not family, isn't it? 

 Sending a note or a letter to someone I've never met feels just as good. Me writing to you says, I don't know you like family, but I like you. Isn't my writing proof?

And writing a letter is simply having a conversation on paper, which is why I wrote to friend Patty about "Chronicle." The movie blows my mind, so naturally, I want my friends to talk with me about it. But only friends who enjoy such movies. 

And books! We have this thing and a shared history of books, hence "A book is a garden carried in a pocket. " That's not necessarily true is it? Truthfully, I rarely have pockets for books, unless it's a "pocketbook." Remember your mama's? Your own? I swanee, I just smelled Juicy Fruit!

I mailed a stack of letters and packages today. And out of all that mail, the one that earned a comment and an "I like this. Wow." was this one. It looks like it's been run over by an eighteen wheeler's tire after it rolled through a tar pit. But I still like it too.


11:11 PM - P.S. I'm reading "Food & Wine." Page 20. The Hungry Crowd piece has a photo of an unfamiliar woman below the title, so curious, I read on. Well, it's Shonda Rhimes. Because of my prejudiced brain, I could not connect the photo of the barn and silo with the woman. I know, shame on me. And she's in Vermont? More shame on me.

Not reading the bits in order, I started with Risky Eating and moved on to Scandalous Nights. I commenced to Googling "Dead Letter Office Shiraz" like there was a payoff. Dead and Letter? You don't have to tell me twice! And what's a sidecar? No, no, no! Ignorance is not bliss. Friends don't mind friends knowing they're ignorant. Wish you could see page 8.

Friday, October 30, 2015

Sometimes I Feel Like a Nut, Sometimes I Won't

Do you read the same blogs day in and day out? I guess day out means at night. But do you ever want to add fresh bloggers to your tried and trues? Are you annoyed frustrated with bloggers who abandon their blogs without announcing their intent? Do dead links and abandoned blogs you've added to your list of favorites bite the dust? Do you remove the dead links, dead blogs, and blogs with more ads than content? Seriously. I wonder because I do. And now that I've gotten that out of my system, I won't feel like such a nut.

I'm happier too. I drew my final pumpkin for the season! No more exploding pumpkin guts! Hooray for the orange and black!

I like the little poem by Aileen Fisher. So I put it on the front. 

I forgot to include something in the package, so you know I had to try for a matching envelope, and the stamp just worked on its own.

The back of an envelope always has a lot of space for those of us who love a blank canvas. Besides, no one wants to waste perfectly good space, right? Work it!

Guess what. There's nothing pumpkin about this beyond the coincidence of color. It just happened to be an orange envelope with an orange matching card inside, and the perfect swan song to the upcoming holiday. 

And then there was this. I want to hold on to it but should just send it on its way. And I meant to do that today, but getting in the car and driving so far just wasn't happening. It'll be a day late, but I enjoyed reusing a bubble wrap envelope. I took my jumbo Copic marker and swiped a few passes over the surface, and wallah-wallah-wah! Such character, yes? It's prettier in person, so please try it at least once. It works only with a great big Copic though. What peeks back at you is mesmerizing, so hurry and mail it before you get spooked!

I settled down long enough to pen a little note. Some things won't wait. I've misplaced my stash of From Me to You stamps, but Charlie Brown came to town and saved the day. The new washi is from Hobby Lobby. It has a peculiar odor, so beware in case you want to try it. There's something new I'd like to share. Tomorrow, if I remember. The new season is blowing in, loud and clear. I donned my orange hoodie and hugged it for warmth on my way to get the mail. The air was warm! The wind's just playing tag with the willow. The willow's dancing with glee, while the staunch oldish oak completely ignores the breeze. 

The little white daises have all turned a lavender tint. Ant rebuilt nurseries above ground to avoid the wet left by recent rains. They love the raised bed. I'm annoyed because they've bedded in the narrow opening up through the back of the back step and into a corner pace between the back and storm door. Inside! October is spider month too, so they're seeking shelter indoors as well. All the while making my life a little hell. Thick white clumps of threads aka spider mobiles, that look like Silly String blow through the air with spiders on board. I hate it when they land on me! They'e like the boll weevil, "Just a lookin' for home." I'm sending out signals that warn, "There's no room at this inn. And, hey! By the way, this ain't no inn!"

It's getting easier to sit and write. I get to catch up to myself with time for after dinner tea. Oh! Goodness me! Wait until you see what came today in the way of tea! So many good things await to be shared between me and thee. Let us write through the fall and winter with delight. Perhaps if we do, we won't miss summer's bright light . . . too much. 

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Down to the Barbed Wire

The counter clerk who waited on me yesterday asked if I wanted to buy stamps to help find the cure. Although I wonder why 80 million dollars has done it by now, I bought the stamps. I used the first three last night. Two went on this envelope.

Since I'm down to the wire, I hope this one counts as a Halloween card.  Two days to go and I'm booking it to the post office again today. I didn't make it half-way through my address book. Sorry.

This favorite from the collage was a simple, non-Halloween postcard. 

I declare this to be my last official Halloween screamer. May it arrive in time. It went down to the wire, and looks the worst for wear and tear.


Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Finding Your Mojo

If you ever think you've lost your mojo, pretend you're not looking for it. Just do something else, and watch it find you. That's how I found my magic spider earrings before Halloween. And remember, mojo needs you as much as you need it. I mean what's mojo on its own? 

I let my mojo wander off the other day, all because I didn't believe I could draw, color and send a batch of Halloween cards before the 'ween. I said to myself, "Who wants a Halloween card on November 1, 2, or 3?" I said back, "Not me." Then I had an epiphany like the people on tv. You know what I mean. Remember the V-8 commercial that always reminds you of motor oil? 

Well, I took my lap desk, a single pencil, my case of Copics, a stack of envelopes, and some Zentangle Tiles to bed with me, then went to town. Before I knew it . . . Oh, and a packet of ATCs. Before I knew it, I'd done one letter of the alphabet, two Halloween cards, and two envelopes! 

Here's the back to match the five little pumpkins on the first envelope. I tell you true when I tell you this: Make sure you know what you're drawing when you draw. Can you see my mistake? I know the back end of a gate. I see one every time I visit the backyard.  But, wow, there it is. As plain as night. 

Deliberate mistakes are more fun than accidental mishaps! "The magic candle casts a different shadow. It is not made from simple tallow. Or wax," for that matter. No wax! Where's the wax? And the rest of the story I wrote for the back?

Embellishing the back was just as much fun. "Let there be night!" "No! Light! Banana yellow light! Light!" said the little yellow Minion. I forgot to add the night. *sigh* It's okay, 'cause strange things happen on Halloween.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

The Pathway to Your Mail Box is Paved with Good Intentions

A bagful of mail went out. I forgot to count it all, but it was a lot. Here's  a shot of box number one. I like to use the rolled paper designed for a child's art table--the kind moms attach to the end of the table, and the kid just scrolls until the roll empties. Ichat's a whole lot of drawing! It's a lot of wrapping paper too. I get to draw on mine.  Drawing on wrap paper is a cool. Not this time though. Washi tape does a fine job of embellishing too. 

This Barnes & Noble-bag-wrapped package was as much fun to tape down as shaking a couple of gourds, and dancing! These three are aptly named, "Shake, Rattle, n Roll." 

Drawing on the fly is fun. A quick dip, a quick nip, a quick snip . . . K.I.S.S.-ing is about as good as "less is more." This almost cost as much as three lattes to mail! 

I finally got to use a pair of the angel wings I've hoarded. 

An envelope that's the color of pomegranate juice says "Fall!" too, y'all.

And then there were these.

To use as I please. I chose to share. I did halvies with another Minion fan. Here's hoping they get there in time. 

These guys are one of my secret embellishing treasures. They're a pure, unadulterated pleasure! 

See what I got! Bought it for myself I did. I'd collect them all if I could.

Isn't this one perfect and cute? 

They dress up the back of any envelope.

Drew Carey, right?

It doesn't take much to have fun. Inspiration is often a pencil tip away. The gourds are from my garden. They're nice and dry now. I named the trio on the patio "Shake," "Rattle" n "Roll" because that's what they do. Yes, one always manages to roll onto the floor. 

All in all, the pathway to your mail box is paved with good intentions, quick draws, and fun. I forgot to take pictures of the pathway linings that came my way today! Oh, happy day! It's back to the drawing board for this limner-ee. 'Tis time to pave more postagepaths between me and thee! Write on.

Forgive the bad rhymes. I'm happy because I got my envelopes for the exchanged mailed on time! *wicked grin*

Write! Write! Write, with all your might!

Sunday, October 25, 2015

October Orangeness

This envelope is so-o-o large, it cost ninety-eight cents to send it via First Class Mail.

This is the envelope that almost failed. The address went sideways on me. 

So, I threw most of my creative energy into trying to save it.

In the end it all worked out.

I threw in a little card as an act of gratitude.

One good thing led to a second card. "Have a gourd-ous day!"seemed like such an appropriate thing to say. Here's hoping you'll have a Happy Halloween Day! 'Cause the night might be scary, and one should be wary of ghosts and hairy toads.

Nothing but a loud orange envelope would do. And a little BOO!

The Pumpkinator aka The Great Pumpkin's Assistant, assisted me. We had so much fun! We'd hardly just begun, when one thing led to another . . .

'Til this followed that. And then there were these . . .

Orange is the color of the Great Pumpkin's hair! When she combs it, drawings fall out along with other strange things, that float through the air, and land on the tip of my pen. Long thin strands invite everyone to "Come! Color along with me, with orangey ease, and we will imagine many silly-silly things, such as cartoon boogers that blow across your page when the Pumpkin Eaters Sneeze! And funny green motes, as big as pumpkin seeds, float along on a cool October breeze. So very many alight on my desk! And in their wake they leave a comical mess, for me . . . 

And, the count-down begins.


P.S.  And no, Glenn isn't dead. The Walkers ate the guy who killed himself. He fell on top of Glenn.