Tuesday, March 18, 2008
I made these for my mom to send out. (You have to mail them to people mom - otherwise it lacks a point.) I love mail art and letters (and mod podge!). Over the years I was a penpal to a few people, however the marriage/childbearing years proved the breaking point of my ability to write faithfully. Now that my kids are old enough to give me freedom to use all my various appendages, I am once again feeling the pull toward snail mail. I just might have to dig out my non-computer address book.
I used to have a roommate in college who wrote with pen nibs and ink. I thought is was so odd, and a waste of time until I tried it and was completely hooked. I walked around for years with the inside of my index finger stained black from ink. I even accidently tattooed myself with a sharp pen point and ink when writing once. A small dot on my thumb, my only walk on the wild side of body modification. While I love the internet, there are times that an image of sitting in a garden, writing letters (that will get replies) and drinking tea sounds so peaceful that I would be willing to jump generations. Only for a brief moment however. I am way too fond of indoor plumbing.