And yesterday, I posted on Instagram some photos of a letter my granddaughter, Seven, had sent me, and of the card I'd written and addressed to her.
using a card and a customized stamp designed by a good friend. My Instagram post drew so many great comments that I thought some of you might be interested in this topic of handwritten correspondence and its pleasures, so I'm duplicating the photos here.
But lemons and lemonade or clouds and silver lining and all that. . . .
Forgetting gave me time to remember. . . .
that I had sealing wax and stamps, which Paul bought me here in Vancouver the Christmas after that Venice shop had been closing for a family emergency just as we arrived to choose from what the young Commessa had demonstrated the day before. . . but we'd gone for lunch and to take some time to think about which wax and which seals I wanted. . . . So the wax and seals aren't from Venezia but they're souvenirs of it, nonetheless. (you can see a photo of the shop in this post, written when I still thought I could get back for the wax and seals
And I keep them in a box that does come from Italy, from Florence/Firenze rather than Venice, but still . . . It still carries the delicious fragrance of Sapone al Melograno . . Pomegranate Soap
At any rate, I remembered my sealing wax this morning and decided that forgetting to mail that envelope yesterday was practically deliberate. I had to hurry, though, because I had delegated Pater to mail the letter on his way to a meeting. So I was very hasty with the dripping wax (and, honestly, I haven't much practice with it). . . . I don't think the Seven will mind -- and if she's very thoughtful and is able to peel the stamped wax letter away without breaking it, she may realize that her brother's name also begins with F . . .
Letters and letters. . . the correspondences . . . the stories continuing. . . .
I'd love them to continue in the comments below, anything you'd like to say about my reading and writing or yours. . . . (although the book comments might be more at home over at my reading blog
Do you Snail Mail? or hand-write regularly in a journal? Or do you always mean to, but not quite manage it, despite the stationery you can't resist buying? Did my post trigger memories of ways you remember past travels, other places, through small mementoes?