The envelope to Phillip had been in a stack for a very long time. It was supposed to inspire me to get my nibs and ink out again. That might be a lost cause. Then there is the quest for a coordinating stamp. I think the one I put on Amy's envelope would have been better. I liked the softness of Amy's and colors on the stamp look nice with the name but the stamp is just soooo heavy compared to the name. Adding big chunks of black to the name seemed too dangerous.
What's the opposite of being a drug addict or an alcoholic. That seems to be the generic word for someone who keeps doing something that is destructive. I do the opposite - don't do something that should have been done - coordinate the lettering and stamps from the very beginning. What's the deep disturbance behind that lack of foresight? It reminds me of my dear friend Jackie whose artistic skill was way ahead of mine. After we had exchanged mail art for a while, I found out that she created beautiful envelopes AND THEN went to the PO to find a stamp. I had one of those *head-exploding* moments when I learned about her process. She said that part of the enjoyment (for her) was walking up to the clerk at the PO and asking for a stamp to go with her artwork. To me - that's the same as those people who have those crazy suits that look like a flying squirrel and they jump off cliffs and *fly* down to the ground.
I guess I am a plan-resister-holic. There is a plan that would work - but I am addicted to not following the plan. What do you call a plan resister? Rogue?
I'm editing the first 2 weeks of Nov posts - on Nov 3rd - and pondering the Nov exchange envelopes that I will be doing. I am going to be vigilant about choosing the stamps first and we'll see if there is a better outcome.
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