I must be among the few people I know who still looks forward to receiving mail.
I have friends who complain about the junk, the bills and all the other stuff that they find an annoyance. I, on the other hand, eagerly await the mailman to complete his sorting and place the arrivals in each apartment's individual box. I'm usually awaiting a check from a client, which when one finally arrives I feel like I've just won the lottery. (Don't get so excited. I don't charge that much!) And of course there are bills, which I put away as soon as I get back into the apartment, and junk mail, which I try to deposit in the recycling bin before returning to the apartment.
And then there are days like this one, when there's a note left with my doorman saying I have a package! I'd ordered nothing and wasn't expecting anything, but was thrilled when I saw the return address of my favorite garage saling pal Ruth Handel on the envelope. And wouldn't you know the contents would be the perfect lift on a day when my mailbox itself contained a junky catalog, an invitation to use one of my credit cards even more and a magazine that I don't even know why I receive. (No names!) Oh, and no checks.
It was a virtual library of everything I love inside one envelope: a paperback in French with many of its pages still uncut, an old library book about American fairs (How much fun I had with Ruth last year at the Los Angeles County Fair!) and a vintage Betty Crocker cookbook on how to bake with cake mixes.
Oh, she knows me well.
Always Frugal, Always Fabulous!
The Elegant Thrifter