I must have been tired when I addressed this envelope to Melody. It's rather plain. I mean, less is the new more, right?
Ahh...look at the little mice writing letters, aren't they cute! These are three foldables I found mixed in with a packet of postcards I bought.
These big, bad envelopes are the ones the bank statements arrive in. They are huge and just the right size for letter sized paper folded in half. Plus, they have enough space for larger sized clippings. Don't you just love the big mailbox?
On this one I face a dilemma. On the one hand, the envelope is pretty nifty and made from good quality paper. On the other hand, I have five fingers. Sorry. On the other hand, I don't want to promote tobacco use. The Surgeon General and I warn you about its evils. Who is the Surgeon General these days? Hmm, whoever he is, he's no C. Everett Koop. Or she/she's.
Notice the enclosure. One Happy Accident Hat. Have you requested yours?