My sisters, my close friends, and I like to send old-fashioned letters and postcards through the mail. Yes, the real mail. No thank you, email. No thank you, facebook messages. We’d rather use stamps and sealing wax and parchment paper, and have something tactile to hold on to. Something that is special and personal in a way an email rarely can be.
So here’s my letter box–a genuine treasure trove. It’s so fun to go through when you’re feeling lonely or nostalgic or just bored.
It definitely makes me feel like Elizabeth Bennett or Jane Eyre. Here’s a pretty stack of letters…
And some postcards.
Well, it’s been a while… Okay, more than a while. It’s been ages.
What have I been doing all this time?
Well, I’m in my final semester of my master’s program. Which means that I’ve been furiously working on my Literature Thesis, due in a month. I’m writing on chores and domestic images in Young Adult literature, which should be fun, but as it is something that I HAVE to do rather than something that I’m doing for fun, working up the motivation to write is a bit like pulling molars out.
I have also been teaching a couple freshman English classes–which means trying to force a little bit of writing ability into young minds that have never read a book in their lives (at least post-Dr. Suess)…
I have also been working at the grocery store part time, which means that when I would rather be reading or knitting, I am instead dealing with frustrated customers whose melons were bad.
But I have managed to get a few projects done in the meantime…
Like these hand-sewn, hand-embroidered handkerchiefs.
And these hand-sewn coasters.
And this delicious focaccia bread.
And this fun little tree-stump pencil holder.
And of course, more socks. But more on that later.