Just the Way It Is

Yesterday's outgoing mail included these four envelopes all made from Hardees' bags.  The only time a bag from any fast food joint gets chucked around here is when food stains the bag.  Fries are usually the culprit.

Just Letting 'Er Rip

One day a couple of weeks ago I blew the dust out of my Photoshop program figuratively and out of my laptop literally and started making some address labels for my Postcrossing cards.  One of the prototype prelims morphed into the envelope you see above.  It's now on its way to a new correspondent in Canada.

This post is dedicated to Limner who had begun to fret a bit about my slackness online, but now she's over it.  She's catching fish faster than JC can throw 'em in the sack and trying out new recipes in her head and generally having a grand ole time.  I'm glad.