Rarely does the mail bring anything personal any more. We get bills and catalogs and solicitations and junk advertisements, but almost no one writes a letter. Very rarely we will get a handwritten thank you for a wedding gift, and at Christmas we still do get occasional cards with handwritten messages. But today the mail had a package, for me, not work materials for my boys, not some nightgown or pan I ordered, but an actual person to person package. It was a surprise package from my sister. It was a handmade gift for me. It was something that took a lot of time, loving attention, and heart. For me.
Thank you, Mary.
Instead of throwing away the multitudes of papers that come our way, she sifted through them and found the pretty pieces, the fine designs, the evocative, and the pleasing bits. She put these together in a book of hand made pages, with pockets and flaps, stamps, and stamping, and layers upon layers full of pretties.
Behold -
With a charming bookmark!
… and many more.
It was meant to be inspiring, and it is. My fingers are itching….
But that wasn’t all. My birthday is coming, and always shortly thereafter is Thanksgiving, so there were cards inside, with handwritten messages from my sister and my mother. Here, one DOES NOT give birthday wishes before the day, so those cards are reserved for the day. But I can show you some of the other pieces included, which are a poke to get busy MAKING things.
Handmade translucent paper
Pockets
And ready-to-use layers
Thank you, Mary. You made my day.