A promise I’ve made myself recently is to stop depriving myself of simple joys I am easily accessible to, simply because I think that by doing them, I’d be lying to myself, thinking I deserve to do them, and once I’ve done them, they lose their glittering aura and will no longer be that “special thing I’ve always wanted to do”.
So, this stops now. I had a lovely time ruining my bedroom’s carpet with coffee stains while I did this incredibly fun project, where I dunked envelopes into coffee and made them look lovely, as pictured! They still smell like coffee and I’ve been opening them and smelling their insides every night.
So, I’ve been thinking, since we’re all best friends now and we’re all comfortable around each other, and I’ve decided that there’s nothing that makes me giddily squeal like a little girl more than receiving e-mails or letters (that are not collage pamphlets) in the mail—we could exchange stories and recipes and anecdotes about people we don’t even know, together!
Because I know you, you, are the most interesting person in the internet right about now… and I’m sure you’d like to at least believe that I am too, because, if not, “why have I been wasting so much time visiting this blog?”
And then, without having to publicly display where I live, I’d love to send snail mail back and forth with you! Let me know if I’ve officially gone off my rocker! And if you believe not, I would love to receive an e-mail from you!
Oh, I’m so giddy about this, let’s count the total number of exclamation points used. (Five too many?)(Also—everybody’s comments about eyes on the last post? My God, you’re all just perfect little perfections, I died.)