December 29, 2014 § 2 Comments
I received a love letter for Christmas.
That man of mine is adorable. Love letter + postal theme + repurposed materials = just my kind of present. (If you’re thinking it’s just your kind of present, too, a very limited supply is available from TnBC designs.)
I’m mulling over where to put the post box and how to use it. You may recall, I’ve been enamored of the personal P.O. for decades and love the idea of using it to exchange messages. I don’t anticipate that the one currently sitting on my bookshelf will be utilized that way, but perhaps it will end up housing something particularly special.
Christmas was a pretty scribble-icious celebration:
So much kindness, creativity, and good humor in my family — I’m so very fortunate to know these people.
What creative gifts made your heart sing?
December 30, 2012 § 9 Comments
As you may remember, it’s fairly common around here for letters and notes to be found in out-of-the-ordinary places. Christmas day was no exception.
I must say, it was more than enough to open a box containing my very own desk-top sized card catalog manufactured by the Library Bureau circa 1915.
But then I opened the drawer with my name on it, too.
See that set of cards? On the back, each is numbered and contains a few words. Together, they make up a 106 card letter.
By way of explanation, my husband said, “You always ask for a love letter for Christmas, so I had to find something to put this year’s letter in.”
Yes, I do believe he wins the award for best envelope of the year.
December 19, 2012 § 2 Comments
March 18, 2012 § 4 Comments
My husband is not a letter writer. He does not own stationary or letterhead. When the rare occasion arises that he has something to mail, he does not have stamps on hand. And yet, he gets it. He writes me presents and he leaves me everyday notes. It makes my day whenever I find one. And not knowing where I’m going to find one is part of the fun. So, with full credit to my own sweet love and the intent of inspiring you to write and hide notes of your own, I present:
7 Places to Post Your Hand-Delivered Missives
Some notes need to be passed directly from the hand of the writer to the hand of the recipient. Others need to be highly visible so they are seen as soon as possible. But others are less time sensitive and those are the ones that can be delivered via a wide array of objects, repurposed as personal post offices. If you’re looking for a place to post your latest scribble, here are a few locations to consider.
1. A lunch box:
2. A tea cup:
3. A pillow:
4. A being-read book:
5. The refrigerator:
6. A laptop:
7. The dining room table:
There are so many words, which can be tucked into so many places, to let someone know you love them. Don’t stress over finding the perfect turn of phrase. Keep it short and sweet, tuck it somewhere it will be found, and know that you will make someone’s day brighter and more interesting. Love is an everyday thing, so put your words out there instead of saving them for a special occasion.
Don’t get stuck thinking love notes are just for significant others. Next time you visit your mom, a dear friend, a favorite uncle, or anyone else who you just adore, take a tiny love note and–when nobody is watching– slip it into the silverware drawer, hide it under a jar of nails on the workbench, or prop it on a windowsill. When you head home, you’ll do so knowing that someone you love will soon be making an unexpected and delightful discovery.
October 24, 2011 § 4 Comments
“The P. O. was a capital little institution, and flourished wonderfully, for nearly as many queer things passed through it as through the real office. Tragedies and cravats, poetry and pickles, garden seeds and long letters, music and gingerbread, rubbers, invitations, scoldings, and puppies.”
from Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women, chapter 10, “The P. C. and P. O.”
In case you’ve never read Little Women, let me provide a bit of context for this quote. The “P. O.” in question was a martin house repurposed as a small post office and set up in the hedge between the March family’s home and the house of the boy-next-door, Laurie. With padlocks on the doors and each household in possession of a key, the P. O. became a place where “letters, manuscripts, books, and bundles” were exchanged between the denizens of the two houses. I was enamored of this idea when I read (and reread) Little Women as a child.
♥I still love it.♥
What’s not to like about a post office designed to deliver missives (not to mention fascinating bits of miscellany) from dear ones? No bills. No junk mail. No ad fliers. Nothing but mail that makes you smile, laugh, blush, get a bit teary (in a good way), and know you’re loved. The idea of a personal P. O. delights me in the same way that Little Free Library makes my book-loving heart go pit-a-pat. They are both intimate institutions that bring people together to connect with each other, with ideas, and with a sense of fun. Excuse me for a moment while I skip around with great glee over the mere thought that such things exist. What joy!
If you love the idea of a personal P.O. and just cannot wait until the idea catches on, you can capture the coziness of the experience by hand-delivering a note to someone who lives close by. Don’t panic. I promise this is easy as pie and won’t take much of your time.
When a friend recently ran her first 5K, I slipped by her house on the morning of the race and left this on her porch:
I could have sent her the same message as a text with 100 characters to spare, but it seemed to me that her effort and accomplishment deserved a little extra effort of my own. The beauty of it is that while it took slightly longer than texting, it was so simple to pull off. The note was written on a piece of scrap paper and the flowers (snipped from my garden) were arranged in an old mustard jar. Easy-peasy! Now it’s your turn to give it a try! Just scribble a note, drop it off, and make someone’s day a little bit brighter. Let me know how it goes, okay?
Oh, and if anyone wants to help kick-start the personal P.O. movement or become a benefactor and fund a Little Free Library, my front garden would be an ideal location for the establishment of such institutions. Hey, who knows what dreams might come true if I put the idea out there, right? :)