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Drew this last night while I watched "Mr. Belvedere." Forgot to scan before I started to lay down some color. Will have to draw it again anyway since I want the tail to be smaller. A predator bites from the rear and gets a mouthful of tail. It grows back. Aha! Where does such a fish exists? In Limner's Land. At the end of the day they turn into postcards. Ahem. Another envie front.

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SOME IN Thank you, Pen Thief. Karen, you make me laugh and wonder and imagine. Thank you for so much. RSZ. This is absolutely lovely. Reminds me of my little flower. The watercolor instructor in SC taught us to draw "the flowers in my mind." I've drawn a lot of those since then. Thank you. LOL! This envelope made me slip my rein in the post office. I laughed and talked to

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Heck, I can't wait any longer! Take a look at the second member of the BGF Club. Isn't she darling? Was trying to wait for her box to make it, but . . . Ta-da! My first "correspondence" from a member. This is Kaylee, Dodson, D.'s daughter. Am pairing her with another K. Ooh, I hope her Nana hurries and gives permission. Everyone, please say hello to Kaylee. No more double posting, any time

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A letter to one of my Bling Girlfriends is actually a note. I needed something to enclose with the little gift I sent. A note is long enough for a little girl's attention span, don't you think? Besides, I don't think she will care as much for what I say as she will about what's inside. Then, too, packaging counts. I know, but Kaylee reassured me when I watched the video as she opened the

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I recall commenting on The Missive Maven's blog after she'd expressed her thoughts about not feeling worthy of an amazing gift she'd received. Naturally I thought she wouldn't have received it if she didn't deserve it, and said as much. Well, I might not eat meat but I can eat crow. Consider this me eating raw crow. I know how she felt. I, too, have been the recipient of such generosities, and

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5 Piece Collage That boot is for scootin, too, but art makes it smart. Dance ballerina girl, dance! *** Innies An Innie Collage *Lucas, MK, Dana & Anna M., I do thank you.  Your mail seemed to fit well on my scanner. The colors are what convinced me. I heartily like each piece for separate reasons though. You know we share who we are with each

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Inspiration comes when it will. I haven't done lino printing since I lived in South Carolina, but did buy a new carving kit several years ago. I always intended to use it, but the River of Creativity was swallowed up, then held back by the great Dam of Depression. Well, last night I got a rush from I Am Rushmore @ http://iamrushmore.blogspot.com/. So, today I bought Speedball's inexpensive

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An example of emotional sign language is the look on my face when I am speechless. I like this stamp. I won't say I "love" this stamp because I tend to over-use the word Love, and I want to reserve it for what is truly lovable. Wolfey made me especially conscious of remembering to choose my words carefully. So, I like this stamp with an intensity that makes me want to say I love it. 

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Watching the Lakers gives me time to thumb through some of my notebooks. I have one that holds mail quotes, mail notes, and I gottta tell you . . .this 12 x 12 sheet inspired me to share with you a few facts that match. Like this tidbit: Postage was used as small currency for a short spell. Did you know that? Yep, coins were made of copper and brass, and cut out postage stamps were affixed

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I have taught myself a lot of things over the years. Once I learned how to do a thing well I moved on. Everything I learn is stashed away in my Knowledge Box--to be retrieved on the fly, enhanced as necessary. It's been 10 years--possibly less or more since I tried learning watercolor on my own. Oh, it's not easy for someone like me. I like controllable mediums. Like gouache. I so want to

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Four tries: Brand new Speck's Liquor Store said, "Come back in a week." (The one man I saw.) They were stocking their shelves. On my way out a kind lady said, "Try HEB. The one across the street." Then she pointed in case I was addle pated. I thanked her.  HEB? "Yes, we have cigar boxes." Then the lady led me to their display cases. Thinking I'd hit the mother lode, I felt addle pated

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I'm sure you are aware that limners have commitments, too. We have bling to buy, vacations to dream of, and we have to pay for our art supplies, and stamps, and shoes and rocking totes. For real, we have to pay for our books, our 'zine subscriptions, our reading glasses that have headlights.  There are pastels, and pencils, stationery and fountain pens, lovely inks, and paper

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The Girlfriend Bling Club has its final member. She lives in Ohio. The first member lives in Virginia. The second GF is in Cali. Who are the GFB members? They are my youngest pen friends. All girls. Oh. And I'm the fourth. Someone has to pass on the tiara and pen some day, so it has to be an older GF, right? And that's where I come in. I hope for at least one photo of the GFs wearing

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They say the third time's the charm. And since I'm a charm kind of woman, I figure, what the heck. So, here's "Sexy Backs" for the third time today.  Sometimes the back of my envies are as enticing as white bread. As a result I've been working them--pushing the envelope--so to speak. Reminded me of Edwin Newman's book, "Strictly Speaking" for some reason. Have you read it?  But

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Pauline, Elizabeth, Peggy Whoee! Didn't know the Betty hung out with the grand dames of Albert Square. This postcard bears a 28 cents stamp. Aha, no pun intended but it's the one with the polar bear. I do like the Walford Gazette's postcards. And I wonder what the queen would look like if she had Peggy's hair do, cut out some of the bag in her outfit, and get her some sexy Peggy boots.

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Goodies from Derrick. So many--only half are in this one photo. I collect lapel pins. No idea how he guessed. So much red. So much red. All this red goes right to my head. See the book? No? Take a closer look. There are toys. I like toys. Lovely colors. Such! I have a photo of a G.daisy like this. A frog photo, too. And yes, dragonflies, to boot. Such great Dodson, D.  Loot!

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Q. What is, What does letter-writing have in common with blog posts?  A. They're both ways to communicate one-on-one. Both have mass appeal. It should be a question in "Jeopardy." Okay. It's my opening line for this post. I almost chose to finish cleaning my room over posting, but I can always finish my room. Not blogging at all has become a daily possibility lately. It's fast becoming more

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No, not that 50 Cents! This 50 Cents: http://finance.yahoo.com/news/stamp-price-hike-part-postal-210500032.html I won't mind. What I do mind is paying for first class and getting less than. Or paying more for less. Would you mind another hike? "Charging more for reduced service is not a rational plan for any business, including the U.S. Postal Service," said Fredric Rolando, president of

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February 16, 2012 Dear Friends, I had a bag-load of mail that needed a post office. I have a young pen friend who gets one flash card from me per week, and I didn't want him to feel dumped on if I fell behind, so off to the post office I went. I had on a lovely scarf, and a red windbreaker. Prepped to the max, huh? I caught a chill in yesterday's rain, so you know . . . Okay, I had an umbrella.

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Limner Mail Art #15, "No Lie" . . . results in . . . (BACK) . . . personal satisfaction . . . and  positive self-expression. It also produces fun postcards. (Psstt! See the tiny pink and white envie? Hahaha! The message is tucked inside. Now I can send a private message on the back of a postcard.) One for the road . . . "3's Company and Sometimes Kinfolks" Limner Mail

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Oh, Peace, be still! Misty, it's still on my desk. Your first letter to me carried the blessing of Peace. It is one thing I have craved most of my life. I love Peace and quiet. I like the Peace sign. Wish the shine could come through on your lovely card. The bits about Carter only make it more dear. I hold on to hope that I will get to see the Lego set assembled. Thanks. Seems

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I parted with a Tin Pin tonight. It's in Moanday's Mail Bag. They're the neatest goodness in October Afternoon's arsenal. Hope you'll try them. You know the camera is mine to keep.   The one I shared? Can you guess which one? It's packaged inside this. I really do need to come up with a better way to stick a label on a plastic bottle. Any suggestions? Tape isn't exactly aesthetically

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My favorite text book is Designing with Type. I still have my copy from art school. It's packed away somewhere, but I see it as clear as I see this beautiful card before me. "ALPHABETILATELY" came in today's mail. I pass the post office on my way to the pharmacy, but I didn't feel up to going inside today. Oh, I fought against it, but am glad I gave in and checked for mail despite feeling

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Dear Angela, Your goodies are on their way. Thanks for your patience. I had fun putting your box together. I probably over did it, but heck, naming Post Mark was a big deal to me, and Valentine's Day is what it is, right? So, Post Mark and I thank you. Here's a sneak peek at some of what's inside, in case you're not already excited enough. You get something from my favorite

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LOVE Ribbons OR FOREVER LOVE? It took two tries. I drove miles and miles  between post offices but  I got them. Hmm.  Who gets the first one? And Shall it be Love on a Postcard or Love Stuck on a Letter?

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Wouch! I did it. I broke down. It's a big relief now that it's over. And it's for a worthy cause. What's it all about? No, it's not about Alfie. He has nothing to do with it. An Aussie does, however.  This came to me via Postcrossing during the holidays. I stuck the day's mail inside a book, and I forgot. It was rediscovered today while my glasses were in use. Will you just look at all

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The Winner's Card Angela named Post Mark Nice, on both counts. Nice coloring. Derrick's Kaylee's entry: Mr. McFeely The bird has style, flair and attitude. Knows how to work the flyway. From Kimi's holiday. StoneZebra's entry: Valentino  Ever wonder about the b&w ratio?  Stuffellaneous's entry: Cliff Clavin "Life's not a paragraph And death  I think Is

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Out Box Mailed yesterday, from deep in the heart of Texas. Sweet flower of February. Mailed yesterday as well. This trio is in the bag:  Moanday's Mail Bag. One of my own postcards. Oops. Meant to say it's a postcard from the "Misty Collage." To an ink lover.  Here's the back. Looks like a face, the mouth is as surprised as the eyes. I imagine they're

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. . . if you had this? All this? And these? Do you Amy Tangerine, too? amytangerine.blogspot.com/ Um, if you don't, maybe you should? It's fun! *** Questions, questions! I've got questions. 1. Do you sneak and watch "Shameless?" 2. "Spartacus?" 3. Do you shop at Archiver's? 4. If you shop at Archiver's, have you made the lovely flower card? 5. If you made

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I had so much fun with this one. I can't begin to tell you just how much, so I won't try. But, mine is not to reason why, mine is but to choose and sigh. It's been real everyone. He's such a sweet little guy. And, 'cus he's on his feet all day, I bought him a chair. Haven't painted it yet, but oh, when I do! To everyone who participated, I thank you. He thanks you. We thank you.

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Today marks the second day of Black History Month, so why haven't I paid homage? Since I don't know, I offer this post to make up for my oversight. Some complain that it's the shortest month in the year. I say, it's also the month of Love. It seems fitting somehow. Did you know there's a Smithsonian Channel? You did? Well why didn't someone tell me? My bigger-than-visiting-the-Grand-Canyon

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(ca. 1860's, USA. Freed slaves in Southern town shortly after the Civil War. © Bettmann/CORBIS) Sat down to post and saw the mention of a letter + slave, and curiosity snatched my attention. I like this letter. It does not matter to me who actually phrased and penned it. I am not offended by the tongue in cheek carrots dangled. I simply like the letter, and would pay for a copy. I've heard

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Wanna trade? I take great pleasure in writing a letter. It composes itself as on the fly. No two are ever alike. My pen automatically adjusts my words to suit the personality of each recipient. The same thing happens with artist trading cards. My one regret is not having made duplicates. So I've begun scanning mine. Instead of encasing this one inside a plastic sleeve, I left it bare

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If I challenge myself there's no way I can fail. Right? I guess I'll find out, won't I? Well, here goes. And yes, this was initially created for this very event.  In for a penny, in for a dollar. I'm in! Mail Art 1/365 *** "Who you?" I rarely enter give-aways because I have too much stuff--even stuff I cherish--so I work at not being greedy. I cross my fingers for other entrants--

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Yes, I'm establishing a bit of order here. I've committed countless mail misdemeanors. There's chaos. Clutter. Little messy piles. I roll over in bed and discover ink on my gown, on the sheets, across my cheek . . . Ever had a fountain pen wick into cloth? I found a missing full tin of my favorite ink, J. Hrtbin's Bleu Nuit. Then there's this . . . Still cannot bring myself to use them

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I had to use Bean's catalog cover. So I did. I used it to wrap the winner's gift for Carter's drawing guess-off. I mailed it today. And the winner is . . . Now that strip along the top says My Life Is A Big Playground. What you don't see is the rest that says, But, I Don't Get To Play Until After My Work Is Done. Okay, there's a little playing while I'm working, but only sometimes. I

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Today's post is about a little bit of this,  that, and the other. Nothing specific. Just mail stuff. Q. Do you ever buy goodies to use for mail, then can't bear to use it?  Like this? I got it weeks ago, yet cannot bear to use it. I like seeing everything intact. I imagine what I'll use it on, then change my mind and put it away. No wonder I have so much stuff, huh? Am listening to

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Hey all, I'm jumping the gun by posting this, but I'll gladly suffer the consequences if I get in trouble. Was just answering this morning's e-mail when I checked one flagged as spam but wasn't in the spam folder. Talk about listening to the still small voice. I saw the title and I was off. Read on. Then will you check out Mr. Rafferty's full opinion? If you do, maybe he won't want to take a

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Thank-you goes a long way doesn't it? Two simple words can make a heart open so wide you feel like you love the whole wide world. That's what this simple thank-you did for me. There is nothing superfluous in it. It is direct and to the point. There was no need to say how much he liked it, or even why. It's all there.  To back up his declarative statement, young Carter added an

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One great thing about images. They translate without barriers. You get the message even if you cannot read. They make postcards worth every penny. One look at these two and you know he's making sweet music for his sweetie. (From Finland) This is just pretty. It's all sparkly, and I'm not a sparkly person. Glitter is hard to clean up. This makes me think of ice palaces made from fresh

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Um, anyone subscribing to this? http://therumpus.net/2012/01/announcing-letters-in-the-mail/ Thanks. L

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I bought one and got the twin for a penny. Shades of Eddie Munster, but he popped up when I shook the give-away goodie bag. It just keeps growing. Details, details? Love is in the details, y'all. And hearts abound.  See those pretty stickers in the background? I'm giving away half of the two panels. Have you entered the naming game? Enter often. I promise you I wish 

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I am such a bag lady. I have a new mail bag, so why not a new letter writing bag. Oh, but I do love baggage. Erykah Badu's "Bag Lady" lyrics could be tweaked to be my signature song, if I had one. "Bag lady, you gone hurt your back dragging all them bags like that." I won't hurt my back though . . . Not with this baggage. It's not heavy, yet it holds a lot. There's room for stacks of

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I saw O-Bird yesterday. A two week gap separated our last visit, so it was a relief to finally get to talk about . . . Life Episodes. She is a constant I can rely on. She makes me feel wholer, more cemented, not lacking quite as much as I imagine, normal, and pretty good about myself. She gets where I'm coming from more than I expected, but the times she misses send me in tailspins. I

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Hey. I'm busy creating, so haven't had much time to write or post. I haven't forgotten the letters I owe, or the posts I plan to share. This is just a note to share. If you want to see something extraordinary you MUST visit: http://www.thisiscolossal.com/2012/01/envelope-drawings-by-mark-powell/?src=footer I immediately thought of you, Misty. Hmm. Wonder why. :) Okay, my break is over.

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Hey! Am in a hurry, but had to offer a sneak peek @ a goodie donated to the Name Game. You know the one, right? Say what? You don't? Well, too bad, so sad! 'Cause if you  know, and if you enter to win, you get a chance "to win a Love Bug! Neat-neat-repeat? You get a chance to win a Love Bug! For Valentine's Day. But only if the name you enter is chosen for "He Who Is Nameless." Thanks again,

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No hornsNo trumpetsAbsolutely no fanfareYet Happy I amTo celebrate the date."Oh, Write Me!" is a year old. Had I remembered, I'd have baked a cake.I'd have thrown myself a partyOr at any rateI could have done a give-away.Oh well. Since it's too late . . .Happy Birthday "OWM!"(01/05/2011) (This is re-posted from another Limner blog, but it's mail related.)I confess: As much as I like The Sun

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I'm not one for making resolutions at the beginning of a new year. Back when I was in Central Junior High, in Lawton, Oklahoma, our English Lit teacher had us write resolutions, seal the list in an envelope, and give it to her. Then, just before the end of the year she returned them, and she asked if we'd kept our resolution. Well, being young and all, I hadn't. I hadn't even taken the

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I realized I hadn't officially declared the Valentine Give-away to be effectively underway. Sorry. I've been distracted. So, here's the deal: I still have good things that need a better home. From now until February 5, you have a shot at winning some good stuff. Doesn't matter where you live--the postage is on me. All you have to do is send me a postcard with a big red V on it, and a name for the

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Who knew? I've imagined silver letters. The charmed type. The ones meant to last forever--or for however long my forever will be. I searched online and off. Never a clue.  Then came this Christmas. And with it came this. And with that came the dilemma of where to place it. Should it be near the laptop? Or the palette, with paint smears and brushes? Should my name be engraved on the front or back

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Hello! Happy First Day of 2012. Such a gorgeous day here. The sun is calling my name. I'm trying to cook a pot of traditional black-eyed peas, post, take pictures, and enjoy the best sun on Earth. I am feeling so lazy, it's hard staying tethered to this desk. I'd rather be out getting a dose of Vitamin D. So, please enjoy the day, then read this tonight. It's a mail-related post about something

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This is the first gift I opened. Then I cried. And I laughed. I hugged him so hard! Everyone took pictures.  Goodies were secreted inside his mail bag! Thank you so much, Misty. I hope you have my thank-you note. I didn't want to show off my gift until after I thanked you properly. How could you bear parting with him? Ha! Pun totally accidental. I've christened him, but I want to have a

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Christmas is over, and we're thinking ahead to a new year. A little looking back is called for. Sentimental me hangs on to what came before this moment. Tears! Always tears. Silly sentimental sister-me. Looking back doesn't require glasses. Peering into the future does require the one thing I lack: a crystal ball. So, for what it's worth, I'm open to what ever comes. Let what ever will be,

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We wish you a Merry Christmas, Felice Navidad, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Festivus, and Happy Holidays! From Limner & Family

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Taking a break from making merry for Christmas, to share the only edible post office I've ever seen. 'Tis a good thing he's not snowed in. Such a nice post office. The building materials are so pretty up close. The whole thing makes me hungry. Erin is home!!! Gotta go! Byeeee!

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Dear Madison, I came in early this morning. I had to put the finishing touches to the gingerbread houses. Townhouses they were. All lined up in a nice row. There was snow, and an icy blue lake. There were firs nicely weighted down with new-fallen snow. Just a little bit more and . . . What? What's that? I hurried over to the table where the display sat, and . . . Oh, my! There was something

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It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas here in Limnersville. It changes after I pack a bag, ransack my trust fund, and do a mail run. After I return it just looks like I need a housekeeper. The only evidence of all-things-Christmasy ends up being snippets of pretty paper, colorful tapes, tags, and empty shopping bags. Feist loves the empty bags. Well, they don't even have to be empty for

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Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away . . . Oh, I believe in yesterday. Yesterday! Okay. I forgot to post yesterday. I was so-so-so busy, I totally forgot to post. But, had I remembered, this is what I would have posted: The Letter L And I would have gone on to say, Today is brought to you by the letter L. L is for letter, and Love, and Life, and Limner. These werds should be quite

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I cycle. No, not the biking thing. It's more like this: cycle |ˈsīkəl|noun1 [ often with adj. or noun modifier ] a series of events that are regularly repeated in the same order: the boom and slump periods of a trade cycle. I have my own life cycles. I have sleep cycles. I have creative cycles. I do everything in cycles. Or so it seems. Like now. I am going through the odd leg of my sleep cycle.

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Anonymous, it's here. Safe and sound, it is. I found the hedgehog! LOL. It was the first thing I looked for. Thank you. Nice stationery, and I like the ATCs. Very nice. I wish I knew more people who are into it. A postcard from Japan. So cute, and funny. The stamp has a Hello Kitty in a kimono.  Inuit Art Birds postcard from Wolfey. I like. That red! Great graphic depictions of birds. There's

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I cannot help myself. I catch my breath every time I see these shoes. Yes, dear Emilie, sometimes it's all about the shoes. Thank you. All upset 'cause she didn't get the role of Toto.  Two of the best gifts, don't you think?If getting those heels makes you happy, then more power to you, and I hope you get them. I'd like a pair, too, by the way. Oh, my! Red boots! Red shoes.One red stocking

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. . . still comes back toast! Tell me have you everevereverwritten a letteron a loaf? Aha! Gotcha! 'Cause you see, I am serious. I am as serious as cellulite. I wrote a letter on a loaf. I buttered it well. I will cast it upon the mail waters, and pray that it makes its destination as warm, lovely toast. Please, please, please! Be honest. Don't read other people's mail! It's not nice. But, if

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Who knew?  It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas Mail! No, I wasn't able to attend the conference, but all along I thought this was an image of a nutcracker. For real, I did. I looked close tonight, and do you see what I see? Forget about being embarrassed. I've always wanted to be an illustrator, so my Stetson is off to illustrator/author Keith Graves. The work is titled "Big Boots." I

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Congratulations, Motherkitty. Sorry for being late with the announcement but I had to wait for JC to finish his shower. I never pick the winners myself, since it's so hard. By the way, did I mention the cover is in 3D? It's lovely to the nth degree. The goodies will go out Wednesday. Enjoy! Outgoing holiday mail. The lone male mail clerk asked as I was gathering my empty bag and purchases after

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I've been busy wrapping and mailing gifts. I found some of the cutest holiday cards by Papyrus. Oh, happy me! Off to the post office I flee. It pays to mail early, and WRITE "DO NOT OPEN 'TIL CHRISTMAS," or "DO NOT OPEN 'TIL CHANUKAH!" in large red letters on related packages. The ones not bearing holiday warnings are meant to be opened upon receipt. And another thing. If you get a package from

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Such detail dazzles. Everything else was lost in its shadow. Nothing I bought the day this arrived seemed to matter. Remember, "It's what's up front that counts?" Words recalled from an old commercial. Paper whiteMakes shadows light. In side out.Girl you turn me . . . You're tops.&You're at the top of my list! Are you familiar with the story of 1,001 cranes? If no, then you owe it to

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(It was funny how all the golden light acted as camouflage for the bee, but not the fly. It almost disappeared among the black and gold.) Letter writers are such intelligent, bright, smart, knowledgable people. So. I ask you, can you identify this fly? Can you tell me why a fly is called a fly? A lot of things fly, but they have proper names. There's even the house fly, the horse fly, the deer

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Okay, maybe it's buttered bread cast on water comes back toast. All I know is, I read it somewhere long ago, and I lelieved it. It's a quotable quote writ on the page of an old girlhood journal. It's a Bible scripture, too, but I don't . . . Hold on. Ecclesiastes 11:1 Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt find ...scripturetext.com/ecclesiastes/11-1.htmCast your bread on the waters: for

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I have had a tough time of it lately, as some of you know. The whys of it all just didn't make sense. Until I stopped and took a look at the battlefield my life had become. Said I'd take a week off--a mental health time out. And I tried. I truly did, but "Restless Pen and Ink Syndrome" got the better of me, and before I could say "What the hell," I was off penning again. Tried it again for a

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What's older than timeless beauty? I bought this back in the late 80s, when I was in art school. I chose Egypt for my assignment. The assignment was to design a travel poster. Or maybe it was simply a poster.The postcard was meant to be reference material. I want to say it turned out to be a fabulous creation, but truth is, it was pretty bad. I couldn't capture the likeness as well as I wanted,

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Let me count the ways . . . Notecard, postcards, greetings and letters. Is there any other way to communicate better? I think not. (Spoken like Sheldon does when he is offended. Which is often. Um. Sheldon. You know. From The Big Bang Theory. Oh, come now. You don't watch? Then no mail for you!) But anyway . . . Oops, too, for the rubber band and tell-tale paper cement. Where's an adhesive

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Aha! Gotcha! Missy Miss Misty, I am so on to you. Guess it took me long enough, huh? Am I right to assume you read this? http://limner-inaword.blogspot.com/2010/07/remember-when.html You make this so much more fun. Limner

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Howdy, hey, all! Let me say straight away, if you porkerd out yesterday, you should not be sitting there reading this. You'd be better off on a treadmill somewhere, or taking a brisk walk that's paced to break a sweat. Go! Detox all that butter, cream, goose fat, sugar, and cider, and pumpkin pie . . . Oh, mercy! I'm making myself hungry. And goodness, gracious, no, I haven't had any of that.

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thanksgiving |ˌTHaNGksˈgiviNG|noun1 the expression of gratitude, esp. to God: he offered prayers in thanksgiving for his safe arrival | he described the service as a thanksgiving. I am filled with gratitude. My cup overflows. The contents spill onto the yellow brick road. You've got a ticket to ride. Your ticket: A mere postcard with Toto written on it someplace--any place.) Wishing you and

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Or, "Home For the Holidays." I couldn't resist a second post. Look who just flew in!Can hardly wait to tell you all about it! But I must. So, BBL.Love you, Misty! Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Erin couldn't come home, but Pinky did! Limner grinning ------> :D

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(My Walford Postcard) I have to laugh at myself now, before someone else gets the first shot. Why should I miss out on all the fun, huh? See? I have my little secrets, too. Like, loving Willie Nelson in private. Yes, I was a closet country fan. Loretta Lynn, Dolly Parton, and, yes indeed, HeeHaw used to be the only thing on Saturday television, in  Jasper. Jr. Sample taught me how to belly laugh

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Let us keep an eye out for one another. Please beware. If you get an e-mail from the post office that tells you to print the attached label, and pick up your package that wasn't delivered because of an erroneous address, DO NOT OPEN IT. It is malware.  My Mac scanned it, said no virus was attached. JC's PC quarantined it. He couldn't even open it because it's infected. So, he Googled the file

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I clucked up. This just arrived: Hello! Unfortunately we failed to deliver the postal package you have sent on the 12th of November in time because the recipient's address is erroneous. Please print out the shipment label attached and collect the package at our office. United States Postal Service Oh, my goodness gracious! What have I done now? Wonder who I sent a package to on the 12th? BRB.

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And, so, I am grateful. I am grateful for the doctor who treated me in the ER Friday night. No. I am grateful for the PA who treated me. I cried for over 4 hours. I cried until I needed hydration and my eyes felt like the lids were turning inside out. PT went well that morning, but 4 PM I was suffering. By 6 I wanted help. At 6:30 we were on our way to the closest ER.  I left a little over 4

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Or, "Yesterday's Mail." I beg your pardon. I throw myself on your mercy. I even ask for leniency, since no mail went out today. I slept until after 1 PM. Last night felt like nothing more than a bad dream. The illusion lasted just long enough for JC to hear me moseying to the bathroom, before he appeared bearing gifts: three prescriptions. Then the memories of last night came staggering back

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. . . heat nor gloom of night stays this limner from the completion of answering her mail. So, yes, mail went out today, yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the day before the day before yesterday. And, yes, mail will go out tomorrow, which is actually today.  I've been working on some mail goodness during my down time. It's nowhere near finished, but I need to know who more than likes The

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I declare, I feel like I am running in place this week. Are you hyped for Thanksgiving yet? Whole Foods was so crowded, I had to park near the dumpster, way out in the lower 40. Some people have the fever early.  Not me. I'm just ambling' along this week. Well, almost. I mailed 6 letters this morning. Thank you, dear Anna, for the lovely, thoughtful postcard. (I shared it with O-Bird. We

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November 12, 2011 Hey! I just popped in to dust a bit, vacuum some, and air the place out a little. I couldn't resist staying long enough to say hey, and ask how it's going. Oh. And, I needed to confess having written 16 notes, letters, and postcards when I was meant to be miles away from anything mail-related. So, how's it going? I'm good. Could be better, so I'm taking another week away from

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CLOSEDDue to Mental Healthor(Gone Fishing with Opie & Andyfor 7 Days!)Sincerely sincere,Limner *** This goes into effect midnight tonight, Texas Standard Time. I made the decision to take a holiday after "losing" a wonderful piece of mail I received from Carter the Great, on Halloween Day. He wrote his name in red crayon and sent it with Bee Bear. Losing it breaks my heart. It means I'm not on

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Do you ever feel older than black pepper? Do you hate playing "Remember When?" Can you remember mail without zip codes? Do you know when we first started using zip codes? If you answer yes to any of my questions, please don't feel bad. Made you laugh, huh? It's cute, but I'm willing to bet it made someone cringe. I might be one of those who laughed before memory made me hush my mouth. Snail

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As in batter up? Or maybe, write 'er up? Who knows? It made me smile, so it's my title. More mail went out today, and I disappointed my favorite postal clerk a second this week by not having any tarted up mail. She let me know, too. Rubbed my nose in it, she did. It was a blow so strong I had to down my head in shame. Seriously. I transacted my business and quickly slunk off to the comfort of

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BOO! Dear Everyone, Look what flew in today! Thank you, Carter the Great, and thanks Misty, the Magnificent. I'll bee back to fill you in later. Oh, if only you knew. But, wait . . . There's more. Coming soon. Have a fun & safe HALLOWEEN! Sincerely sincere, Limner, the one who has light shining down on her head, and basks in the light of a hundred suns.

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I know that I talk a lot. On here. Not in person, though, unless I know you. Okay, let me edit a little. Here goes: I've been a woman of few words for most of my life. Now I tend to talk a lot, probably to make up for lost time. Once, when I was pre pre-school, I stopped talking all together. Before that though, I would stutter. Can you imagine being so frightened you couldn't speak. If you can,

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Yesterday and I wrestled like we were Olympians. I rolled out of bed with the Sours 'cause I was in pain. I slept on too many pillows. It didn't help that I didn't get to the PT appointment. They don't take new clients on Fridays. Well, duh. Tell a sister ahead of time. So, as I was calmly relating to you, I woke knowing I wouldn't make it to the post office. Instead, I chose to start winterizing

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Maybe I have been too task oriented lately. In my determination to "git 'er done," I haven't lifted my bent-over-pen-and-paper head long enough to smell the tea. Could be I'm too busy making tick marks on the wall behind my stacks to enjoy the journey of "catching up." So, I took a bunch of hours off to have a little fun. This is some of what I did: Welcome to my other address? Why, oh, why,

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Doesn't it look so happy having been carved up with a smile? Sightless eyes are worth the world. This jack o'lantern makes me smile in return. This is from Linda, the winner of the Limnerween give-away. Who won't smile for a green Dudley Do-right, all cleft chinned and sportin' a carrot top curly mop? Susan said she inserts gift certs to Dairy Q for her young 'ins. Wish someone had given me some

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Am I nuts, or what? You tell me. But first, please answer these questions: a. Have you ever mailed a package that was so big you had to heave it onto the counter at the post office? What's worth $20.16? Oh! Plus $10.38? b. Have you ever mailed a box that measured 26 x 33 x something? c. Have you ever paid $10.38 just for a box? d. Have you ever paid $10.82 for plain old parcel post, AND

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I didn't drift off to sleep last night. Had too much working my mind over like Ali used to work over his opponents. I feel too sorry for them to mention them by name, so . . . I sought solace in werds. I started with Mary Oliver's Long Life. Reading her words, "When I was a child, living in a small town surrounded by woods and a winding creek--" my brain slowly unbunched. It doesn't matter how

Limnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16091876713000385533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6032384956325804704.post-69522586246435129082011-10-22T20:15:00.000-05:002011-10-22T20:15:56.479-05:00

Someone just sent this via email. I assume it is from someone who also reads the blogs I read and comment on. I had a similar conversation with my daughter last night about how special I feel when someone wants to include me in their holiday or spiritual celebrations. Then this comes. Please, read it, then tell me what you think. Nothing posted or written here is ever meant to hurt or isolate. I

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This is totally not about mail. Okay, maybe it is. To see if it is, then please do read on. Two days ago I picked up a copy of The Saturday Evening Post out of nostalgia for my favorite illustrator. Hmm, it was more like a reward for going to the doctor. No lollipops after, so I treated myself to something just as sweet. You see, I fell in love with Norman Rockwell when I was a kid. I grew up

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Today. This day. This day, today, is an A+ day. I slept through the entire night. Did not wake myself because of the usual scary moaning and groaning. Naturally I attribute the scary sounds to the monsters that live under my bed. When, annoyed, I get up to investigate, the only things quaking before my claw hammer are dust bunnies that  exclaim, "It's just us, Miss Ma'am. Please don't shoot . . .

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Would it be fair to call the penny rate increase insidious? Why only a penny when they know they're going to increase it again after the hike takes effect in January? Won't printing in increments cost more? Why not take a five cent leap and be done with it for six months? Or fifteen cents? Trying to sneak in increases by degrees won't make us stop using the mail. What alternative would we have?

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It's not because I didn't make it to the post office. I did. I went. Right after my doctor's appointment. I simply forgot the mail.I left it on the footboard.Put it there 'cause I just knew I'd see it.On my way out. Harrump! *** 

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Hmm. Should it be the reverse? Treasure is treasure because it gives you pleasure. Right? Either way, I like this card. It's hard not to like a Halloween card. Okay, I don't care for ad cards. But, I especially like a card that's handmade, and is so much better than my own that I go over it with my best magnifier. I like one that will last, and this one will keep forever. Mine won't. Why? Cause

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