when i was growing up in the stone age, there was no emails or text messages, so we actually sent each other handwritten letters and postcards when we were oceans apart. i miss those days where i would just be sitting outside or in a cafe, writing those words with my ink pen, licking the stamps and sticking them on, then putting them into a post box with love, lots of love. and the anticipations of hoping something would arrive in my mail box is as equally heart-tickling, at times i would be so happy to have received a letter, that i actually held the mail against my heart and hugged it tight ... this is an old letter holder i bought from ANTHROPOLOGIE like frigging ten years ago, nesting
some of my most beloved mails