I must give credit where credit is due. My Mom recently came across a case for letters of the paper variety in Departures Magazine. As chief LFL fan + supporter, she perks up at any mention of stationery or letter writing (thanks for all the typo catches too Mom). This was a real find and a must share.
Sometimes, someone else says it best. Like this lovely and accomplished septuagenarian Phyllis Richman.
I was totally taken with an article published in The Washington Post earlier this month. It was written by Ms. Richman, in response to a letter she received from Harvard University in 1961. I encourage you to read both (really, three) letters–a shining example of so many truths in this life.
P.S. The Washington Post article can be found here. Phyllis Richman’s photo was taken by Linda Davidson for The Washington Post.
P.P.S. I love that she kept the letter for fifty-two years!
If you follow me on Instagram, you already know I was having more fun than should be allowed on Thursday. I had the distinct pleasure of attending Alt Summit NYC, held at the Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia headquarters. It was a glorious day of crafting, learning, eating and meeting like-minded souls. It was good stuff friends.
I love my weekly trips (ok you got me, sometimes thrice weekly) to my post box. The promise that lies within little box 1219 never fails to excite me–and rarely disappoints. I especially love a letter with a story, like the one I received from Molly a couple of weeks ago. It tugged at my heart and demanded a proper reply.
Confession: I am very discerning when it comes to children. I like a select few and tolerate the rest. You take 10+ flights a year to Orlando, a.k.a. Disney World and then tell me what a blessing they are, deal? My friends are slowly entering the baby years, one by one. And I’m making light of it, with the help of Old Tom Foolery.
It’s no secret, I love mail of any kind. Packages are particularly exciting, oh the anticipation of what’s inside! A few weeks ago, I ordered some temporary tattoos from the creative geniuses at Tattly. I am over the moon about the tattoos—they are so lighthearted and remind me of childhood summers. But I was totally enchanted by the smart package design. The tattoos come neatly tucked into a heavyweight cardboard envelope with the Tattly logo doubling as a return address. Best of all–they use real stamps, and the U.S. Postal Service to deliver. I’ve enclosed a few ‘tats’ in some recent correspondence (to the great delight of my recipients). Don’t you just love the idea of an envelope surprise?
I trust you all had a lovely weekend and duly celebrated the Dad (s) in your life. I had the pleasure of dining with mine last night at The Modern (if only there had been time for a quick jaunt to the museum). He’s the best there is and he’s all mine–one of the perks of being an only child!