Cotton candy crumbs fall from the skies. They come down, deliciously fascinating. Suck in the pure, cold, air, and feel it cleanse your lungs. The world seems like a little nicer place than usual, all of it's rough edges frosted with white. The woods are filled with wonder and the whisper of snowflakes. I am in awestruck. Soak it in and eat it up!
It must have been a most wonderful inventor, the one who thought so properly of the splendid evelope. He must have lived a very long time ago, for people have been passing ever so many sorts of sentiments sealed in this paper ingenuity. I myself find it to be ever useful, when I have some sort of missage I seal them up nicely and send them off to far away destinations. The very nicest part of all, perhaps, is getting these flat little packages when I open my mailbox. I find myself thinking then, that envelopes are a most delightful discovery. If the envelope is, indeed, suitable for encasing something so nice as a letter, surely it must be advantageous for other goods. So I tried reconstructing it in cloth. And here tis:
An original envelope is a most excellent pattern. Just pin and cut!
Iron a hem.
Ta-da! Paper mail is an obvious fun one, besides any such possibleitites as you'd wish to think up!
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live in a counrty song? A nice one, where the people are all wearing vintage clothes and skipping down dusty, well worn lanes? Well, I never really have. Then, one of those moments came. And I could probably strum my guitar and sing it about it to you, but, well, I think I'd rather just communicate these things in a more silent manner. As you see.