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?
Top postcard is of Cecil Rhodes who mucked about making his fortune in the south of Africa, Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe. The lower one shows the changing seasons at Peaks of Otter along the Blue Ridge Parkway, not too far from Roanoke, VA.
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.
Multiples, multiples...cane toppers and mailboxes now dress up the envelope from my car payment statement.
At the risk of sounding like Ed Grimley, this envelope is a Stellar One, I must say.
The magazine page seems too flimsy to use for an envelope on its way to England, so a clear plastic sleeve is in order.
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?