I hate Monday mornings. Oy. And I feel like it's still morning. Just having one of those days, I guess.
This is all, my friends. And I only got it a couple of hours ago, so I was prepared to write this post having nothing to show. Thanks, Steph!
Letter to Margarita in an envelope made from a magazine page.
You know the old saying, "write a letter to get a letter"? Well, the other day I went through my address book, and I wrote a postcard to people that I haven't heard from in several months. My letters seem to get lost in the mail, which of course is very sad, and sometimes people think I forget about them. So I just like to check up now and then. Is that pathetic? Maybe. But I never said I wasn't. The first one is a card I got from Chapters and for unknown reasons have been saving forever. The next picture has cards I got from a pen pal who went to Italy and sent me a box with 80 cards in it. Nice. The last one has cards I got from a Josh Groban concert almost 3 years ago (what the flip?!? It's been that long??) I used to be obsessed but trust me, I'm okay now.