Letter eighteen turned out cute! I returned some spray paint to JoAnn's (Pinterest project aborted) and instead bought some paper crafting supplies. Great move, Mallory. I stayed up the better part of the night yesterday working on some cards and envelopes and I think Morgan's came out pretty cute!
|Morgan's envelope... yay new supplies!|
Morgan is working in her post-grad "big girl job" back at my school. She regularly acts as my mother, therapist, friend, confidante, motivator, and everything in between during the school year. A letter does not satisfy how much I owe her, but it's a start right? I think everyone deserves to know how much you miss and love them, so I told Morgan in writing. Side note-- Morgan has a highly-entertaining, non-mail blog called Gradually Ginger. You should check it out.
|The back of the envelope with a precious zebra|
Letter nineteen is in the hands of my dear friend Hayley. She started out as my R.A. in my dorm for my freshman year of college. At first, I thought she would be the intimidating rule-enforcer at the end of the hallway to beavoided at all costs. I learned quickly though that Hayley was a friend first and foremost, and I grew to love this girl! I wish that I could be with her to celebrate her 21st birthday but a letter had to work in my place this time. However, Hayley, if you're reading this, we are having a celebratory lunch/dinner/outing/something in your honor when we return to school next month! Happiest of birthdays, pretty girl. I miss you!
Letter twenty, written on the same day as letter nineteen (I'm getting way out of hand), went to a stranger named Lucas. I found his blog, Lucas Writes, and decided I should most definitely correspond with him. So, I sat down and made a sea-themed card (I guess I'm missing living so close to the beach) and then set about writing to him.
|I love this saying! It's so true.|
Writing to a stranger is bizarre yet invigorating. There's a sort of anonymity that is quite liberating; you can say anything at all and not have to see the look on the reader's face as he or she processes it. Don't get me wrong, I didn't say anything all that weird, but the option was nice. I am hopeful that Lucas will become another pen pal. After all, my "real life" friends are wonderful but very few of you love snail mail enough to correspond repeatedly over time!
|A P.O. box means no concealed address! Yay unedited image!|
That's all for now. To my very few loyal readers, thanks for caring and keeping up. :) Happy snail mailing!