Good mail. That’s what we call the mail that isn’t a flyer, isn’t an ad, isn’t a statement or bill and isn’t a magazine. This week I got good mail. . . belated birthday mail. Beautiful, thoughtful goodies, just for me. As I opened the packaged and oooohed over each of its contents, I felt slightly selfish and spoiled.
The earrings above were part of my birthday gift from my sister-in-law, brother, niece and nephew. The package also included beautiful notecards and a lovely shirt created by said sister-in-law. Handmade. Enough said.