It all adds up.

I'm noticing that a lot of the things I love the best in the world are just meant to be together.

I love ink.

And pencils.

 

 

And pens.

 

I especially love fountain pens.

Here is part of my collection of old nibs.

 

I love paper.

 

Of all kinds.

 

And I love words.

This is what I was reading in bed last night.

 

 I love envelopes.

 

   

And I love stamps.

Here is part of my collection.

 

I love calligraphy.

I tried my hand at it once.

 

I love things that are handwritten.

Especially in French.

 

 

 

I love mail boxes.

This is the one in my studio.
 

So I guess it just adds up that I love mail.

I love to send mail.

 

 
And I love to receive mail.

(Wouldn't you hang on to an envelope that said you were the best ever?)

 

 

These days there is less and less mail of the handwritten and personal kind in our world.

Sigh.

That is why, no matter what else happens in a day, if I get mail of the handwritten kind, I feel it deserves an Inchie.

Last week I received this little phone cozy in the mail.

 

It's from one of my amazing Neecees.

She is a Shoot from my amazing Seester (of Chicken-Ranch-in-the-Mail fame), and she is just learning to knit.

She figured out a black and white checker pattern all by her little old self.

Because she loves me.

And my Seester added the red button.

Because she knows me.

 

 

 

Here is the Inchie to remind me.

 

 

That I am known...and loved anyway.