Archives for the month of: January, 2013

This recent letter from Mary Robinette Kowal took me back to past visits of Florence – home of the Medicis. I was last there in 1998 and I would like to return very much and practice my extremely rusty Italian.

Luxe! This gorgeous letterpressed card came from Reich Paper, the company whose paper I would marry if I could in fact marry paper (and if I wasn’t already beholden to a certain someone). Funny thing about this card is that 13 has always been a favourite number of mine. Here’s the entire year playing out in wonderful ways. Happy belated new year. And happy upcoming Chinese New Year on February 10th.

That’s her in the back row, second from right. My little cousin Lucy. I wanted to hear all about her experience acting in a pantomime before Christmas and so I received this great update and newspaper clipping after the holidays.

A few weeks ago at my part-time job I went above and beyond the call of duty for an extremely sweet client and a few days later when I returned from lunch I found these on my desk from her. I have no idea how she knew, but that tulips are my favourite flower. I’ve never received the ruffled variety before now. So thoughtful.

From someone who loves New York City to someone who loves and lives in New York City

This is what I call a “fan” letter

 

 

 

Postcard No. 18 from A– (see below)…

…reminds me of a visit to see Zia Rita on my last trip to England:

That’s what I call a “detailed environment”.

[above: me and my Great Aunt Rita in Saffron Walden, Essex, England. December 2007]

Four years ago the family went to Mexico for my brother’s wedding. I bought these but never sent them.

My bro and his wife are longing to escape from cold and snowy northern BC where they live, so I thought this was as good a time as any to post these and remind them that the summer is not far off and another trip to Mexico is within reach.

“I suppose if you know how many rooms you’ve got you haven’t got a very big house,” said the Countess of Carnarvon, owner of Highclere Castle, where Downton Abbey is filmed. She has no idea how many rooms are in her house.

This newspaper clipping is off to mum.