This item has hit the national news and I've been fielding questions.
It did happen at the main station where my son starts his day - but he was not there when it happened.
decorated envelopes, mail art, lettering ideas
This item has hit the national news and I've been fielding questions.
It did happen at the main station where my son starts his day - but he was not there when it happened.
Remember the envelope from Liz to me with the note from Liz saying that she had intended to go in a minimalist direction? This was my response. I'm not sure what Liz thought of it - but I rather like it. I keep forgetting to feature Mississippi on envelopes to her. It's such a fun name.
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OK, this envelope was loaded - waiting for a little more musing. I can finish my musing on October being so hard and the possibility of November being better. It seems like the month with Thanksgiving has a built in reminder to be thankful for the harvest. I suppose I would be thankful for the squirrels if I knew how to catch them and eat them. I wonder how many readers are vegetarians? I'm not. I think I'd feel quite at home with those Mongolians whose entire diets are reindeer. I bet they don't have to be bothered with farming or growing things. I'm still encouraged by the amount of ground covers I have been able to nurture into choking out the weeds.
The only down side to November is the tsunami of *holiday* stuff. I understand that it's a thing that's grown into what it is and it doesn't help at all to be Scrooge-y about it. I still have warmth towards the seasonal cards - although - the plight of the USPS is a bit of a cloud hanging over that.
I guess we'll have to talk about cookies.
In my endless quest to find markers that look good on these shimmery gold envelopes, I tried alcohol markers and outlined them with Sharpies. As long as I get a solid black and some nice bright white for contrast, I'm satisfied. It would be good if I found a link to that font. I'll try.
I regret that I did not use the font on Kerry's. I deeply regret that I did not go with a really bold black outline. I think this one was done after I had done some that I liked and was on the decline.
Here's a link Monster mouth font
Most of the time I use an incoming envelope on the first of the month for the sign up post. But I'm in the middle of scheduling the envelopes I sent in October. Nicky was having a birthday and I have not had much luck coming up with a design that goes with this stamp. I tried acrylic markers on vellum and I'm pretty happy with how those markers work on vellum.
The two blues are not right - but in this case - two wrongs make a right - or they make a *close enough.* I see more of this design in my future if I can remember to pull it out. I really need some kind of virtual file for all the ideas that I've already done that are worth doing again. Who wants to trade places with MrWilson, move to Iowa and organize my stacks? If there is someone up for the task, I say we hire a film crew and do a documentary where we drug MrWilson and he wakes up in a new place and has no idea where he is or how he got there. Obviously, I am just finishing my noon cup of coffee. We need to drop him off in a place where people do not speak English. Or perhaps they speak English - but they are way more fun than I am - so he's grateful to have a new home. MrWilson will be upset, but after we release the documentary and it is wildly popular he'll be so happy.
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On Oct 1st, I made my coffee, then checked the blog and read the line: She payed attention to my warnings about collaged materials surviving the aggressive USPS machinery.
The word *payed* looked goofy. I changed it to *paid* but then I wondered if payed was a word because it had not been spell-check-corrected. This happened at 6 am and I saw that over 600 people had already seen the blog and perhaps noted the mistake. It's not that I'm a stickler for spelling and grammar issues - but - I was curious - so I Googled payed vs paid and found some interesting info for anyone who is interested in this kind of minutia.
The verb pay has multiple meanings. Its most common meanings relate to giving something as part of a financial transaction or obligation. You can pay when buying something, but you can also pay attention, pay a compliment, pay respects, pay a visit, and the list goes on.
In almost all cases, the past tense and past participle of pay is paid. When used in this way, pay is considered an irregular verb because it doesn’t use the ending -ed like regular verbs do.
However, the word payed is used as the past tense and past participle of pay in two very specific nautical senses.
The first means “to cover parts of a ship with pitch, tar, or similar coating.” The second means “to move a ship toward the direction of the blowing wind.”
In addition to these rarely used nautical senses, the form payed is also sometimes used to form the past tense of the phrasal verb pay out, which means “to gradually let out a rope.”
It should be noted paid out is also often used in this case (and considered acceptable by most grammar sources).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=6HqXNhT_kJw
My new system of filling the blog with a daily envelope as well as an add-on if there isn't much to say about the envelope seems to be working. It looks like I can get Oct filled by the 11th and then I'll have 2 weeks to get my Nov-Dec mailing done.
Here's a fun off-topic add-on with a link to IG and 10 more photos of very cool button ideas.
https://www.instagram.com/p/DdTQcPpDz6E/?img_index=1
That might be a linen shirt. Swoonworthy.
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Why was I so riled up about papermache a couple days ago? The underlining of mis-spelled words can be helpful - but sometimes it's just a cranky schoolmarm making us feel bad about being bad spellers.
It is also the way technology is everywhere - messing with us. But without technology - I wouldn't have all my pen pals and virtual blog-commenter-pals - so I'll just whinge about how it is now Oct 11 and it feels like the month is half over and I should be getting ready to do my big Nov-Dec mailing.
To be honest - I just had a flash of something that might have been *wisdom.* I remembered that the only time I get really good ideas is when I feel some pressure. So, perhaps that really good idea is ready to burst forth.
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When I woke up and read the October 10th blog post, I groaned to myself about what I had written. I quickly added a note that I would return to the topic. I just read the Oct 10 post and it is 5 am. There are usually 300-400 hits by 5 am - which means I might have that many readers. Lately - there have been 5,000-7,000 hits. My comments are mostly for Scarlet since my exchangers are mostly US people.
The comment on Oct 10th suggested that there were papers that were *finer* than other papers - but it would break my heart to tell brown kraft paper that it is not an equal to 100% cotton rag paper. Every paper is precious. Paper is my *thing* along with the tools and the fluids. And paper does not need to have anything added. Just folding paper is a world unto itself. <pause to make some kind of meaningful gesture to the paper deities>
And if anyone is thinking that perhaps toilet paper is a lesser paper....nope....there is a lovely lady in Minnesota who has contributed to the papermache community with her fantastic recipes that include TP.
Now I must pause to rant about Google's unwillingness to include papermache as an actual *thing* that has been around for a long time -- I'm so riled up I'm just going to insert the links and you can do your own research. Apparently there is no way to Englishize papier-mâche. GRRRRRRR!!!!!
LINK to the papermache lady who uses papermache as her spelling and she is the first person to pop up when doing a search for papermache - which seems like it should work. GRRRRR!!!!
Here's the official spelling - it's old - it came from China - the first makers of paper - so it's logical they they were also the first ones to tear it up and make something out of the paper with mistakes.
https://pushingtheenvelopes.blogspot.com/2020/07/denim-from-leslie.html
OK - I just looked at it and it's just me jabbering about fabric. I suppose you can look at it but, only if you are new to the blog and have never looked at old stuff. While I am liking my new system for posting the envelopes, I am concerned that it is too regimented and does not allow for any of the spontaneity and fun that I prefer. I'll try to focus more on the design tips.
Mia's choice to center everything is very nice. She let the font be the star. The weight of the lines and the colors in her work complement the stamp. There's nothing to tweak on this envelope.
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Ohhhhhhh - I see something that might have freaked the scanner out. She spelled out FORTY-FOURTH. I think the scanner only reads numbers. This is just a guess. And here's the kicker - the way four/fourteen/fourty/forty/fourth/forth has some inconsistency has always sent me into my GRRRRs - but I'm too busy to do another tedious rant about spelling.....because there is a big one coming tomorrow.
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Here I am, writing on Sept 30th. On the cusp of welcoming people to the exchange and making up the lists. I just finished listening to the book Wintering by Katherine May. I listened to it a couple years ago and I am always looking for audio books that will put me back to sleep when I am plagued with waking up every 1.5 to 2 hours (due to TBI).
I remembered that Wintering was a book about enduring the *wintery* parts of life so I thought maybe it would work for my dread of October. Voila. It had all kinds of things that I did not remember that were commiserating and nudging. It didn't try to be uplifting - just nudging along with a reminder to spend some time in nature and be uplifted by the way things work for the non-human creatures.
And then - when I did a search to see if I had already recommended the book - I found a fantastic post that made me so happy. We'll talk about it tomorrow - because right now - we have to pause - and celebrate the crossing over to 6,000,000 views of the blog. That's just wild.
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Later - when I looked at that supposedly *fantastic* post - that felt like a huge overstatement - so don't be expecting much tomorrow.
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Here's a fun game available at the USPS website - or other places. LINK to see details
There are all kinds of fun gifts from the USPS at their website - at the [Shop] tab.
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It seems like I am just interested in a change of pace rather than a sabbatical from surfing. I haven't been paying attention to Pinterest so it's been providing some fodder for the blog. When I clicked on Pinterest, it was fun to see that one of my envelopes popped up in the very first spot. I took a screen shot. That's one of my envelopes to the post office in New Hampshire where Paula works. Note to self: send an envelope to Paula.
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How many people have heard of red beryl? Yesterday I invited a friend over to consult on the repair of a piece of furniture. He came after work with his boys, 8 year old twins. After the consultation, conversation wandered around and one of the boys was heading in a direction that I wanted to head off at the pass - so I just inserted a topic-changer. I asked the dad, if you could be a rock or a mineral - what would you be?Without even pausing, he said, "Anthracite."
One of the boys said, "I'd want to be red beryl." The dad and I said, "What's that?" The boy said, "The rarest of all the minerals." He went on with more details. The dad and I were very happy to learn something new from an 8 year old.
Of course, I had to Google and was delighted to find that there are 9 other rare minerals.
https://topostreets.com/top-10-rarest-minerals-in-the-world/
While I am still on my sabbatical from surfing - I am delighted to have real humans giving me ideas for add ons.
I will also enjoy hearing what kind of rock or mineral any of the readers would like to be. As a person born in April, the diamond month, I guess I'd choose diamond... which is strange - because I would never wear a diamond. I had a jeweler friend who had designed a ring that looked like a chunky signet ring. The top panel opened and there was a little drawer with big diamond in it. A client had inherited a ring with a big diamond and they wanted to wear the diamond but they didn't want anyone else to see it.
Sneak peek at something I tried on my October envelopes. I finally found some markers that work on the gold, but I'll need some new stamps. That one is egregiously incompatible.
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This post is written later in the same day that I wrote yesterday's post - the one where I pondered less surfing. I had hoped that people would still send me interesting things and voila - within an hour I had a link to this video about a museum that George Lucas created. It is un-bee-lee-vu- ble to the Nth degree. It's a museum for narrative art featuring work that had not had a lot of exposure in traditional museums because it was mostly done to augment something else...as in illustrating a story. There are some cartoonists - and their work is stand alone - but it would not have been considered fine art and welcomed into a traditional museum.
I've often thought that if I had been able to choose a path and magically be a rock star - I would have chosen illustration rather than fine art. As much as I love calligraphy, there is a part of me that resorted to something that was really easy for me to do and I was lucky enough to have the niche business passed along to me before I even thought about having a career.
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I'm writing this on Sept 18, a little over three weeks ago. The monsoon let up for one day and then it was back. The out of doors is soooo soggy and musty and moldy - it smells awful. But, I am not complaining. Mother Earth and Father Time wanted me to let go of the yard work and do inside work.
As much as I have enjoyed surfing and finding so many fun things on the internet, I might be taking a bit of a break from surfing. Somehow it's all gotten to be too much. The abrupt change from doing a lot of outdoor work to being indoors might be the issue.
Also - one of my rough patches happened in an October few decades ago. At the time, I was a mess and the person who nudged me out of the quagmire said, "It's October. October is a month of adjusting to the coming winter - so while the colors are pretty, it's also dismal." I think she had more to say - and I have no idea what her source was for this information - but, whenever I am not enjoying autumn, I just remember that it's a season of decline. Mostly I am ecstatic about the end of oppressive heat and humidity - but - Mother Earth and Father Time want to temper my ecstasy so they send a portion of doldrum. If I don't respond, they add stress, as needed, until I get the message.
Balance - one of those design principles that goes beyond envelopes. Our lives need the rough patches. Without rough patches we would be unbalanced.
LINK to video. LINK to his website where you can view all the trolls. The one below was built this year in Clinton Iowa. That's an actual person in the boat, pointing, to show the scale of the troll.
Yesterday, I called that lettering of the word TARTAN an abomination. Ironically, it was fun to resolve a twinge of bitterness that had lingered for over 50 years. I spent my sophomore and junior years working on the yearbook. It was my only extra curricular activity. I was the person who had put in the most hours and was the logical choice to be the editor my senior year. The advisor who was the art teacher led me to believe that I would be the editor. I do not know what the formal procedure was for naming the editor, but there were two mommies of two other senior girls who had not worked on the yearbook at all - who pulled strings to get those two girls the position of co-editors.
When the art teacher/advisor gave me the news I told him, "Good bye and good luck." I knew it would be a real pain in the neck for him to teach those two what they needed to know to prepare all the pages for the printer. He was one of those teachers who left in the middle of every class to go smoke a cigarette - and seemed to just *phone it in* as they used to say.
My mom offered to call the school or appear in person to see if she could help me with the situation but I declined. The incident was a good learning experience - accepting unfairness. Now - I am so happy that I did not work on the year book. I knew nothing about design and even less about lettering. My cover probably would have been cringe-worthy. I'm glad I was spared having to look at my cheezy high school art and that my name wasn't in the list of contributors.
That drawing of the lights and toad stools isn't half bad. I could easily have done something that was 100% bad. So maybe the gods of fairness were just looking out for me. I hope, in their spare time, they will go through the blog and delete all my cringeworthy envelopes.
The design principle that I used on the Reflections book cover was repetition. Repetition is one of my favorite design principles. So if you are asked to make something out of an existing thing that is not gorgeous - just crop it and repeat it and flip it around until it works. While 6 and 9 are a reflection - numbers are so versatile that any two numbers would have worked.
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This was a fun 15 minute project. My high school class had a reunion in August. I did not attend, but was included in an email inviting people to submit a "paragraph" about where they had ended up. I emailed the collector of the paragraphs (Mimi) and asked how many sentences in a parapgraph. She said people were sending between 5 and 25 lines. Then she asked me if I wanted to design a cover for the PDF that she was editing. She wasn't a close friend in high school, so I was a little surprised that she had the impression that I would be someone who could/would design a cover - but she must have had some recollection that I was artsy. I explained that I was not a graphic designer and that surely there were some graphic designers in our class. Mimi said there might be but she didn't have time to look for them.... so I agreed to do a cover.
I told Mimi that I remembered the cover of our yearbook and could do something inspired by the drawing on the cover. She liked that idea. I was thinking I'd do a fun scribbly version of the three spherical lights and three toadstool *benches* that were at the entrance of the building. The school was new in 1966 - so it was very mid-century. I also remembered that the title [Tartan] was an atrocity. A abomination. More about that tomorrow.
After cropping to get just the drawing - a fun idea presented itself. The image could be used to build a 69. The title of the book was Reflections - which was just begging me to flip the image every-which-ways. Voila. In 15 minutes I had a very fun image. If I had drawn something by hand I would have wasted a couple hours [or more] with options.
I sent it to her - without saying anything about the *reflections* of the image - and her response was that she loved how the image was actual *reflections* of the drawing. So, that was validating.
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We've all learned to put up with my curiosity about ridiculous details. When I was writing about the distinction that might generate the most agreement and I came up with the Hokey Pokey, I wondered if there was a back story to the Hokey Pokey.
Holy Moly.
There is most definitely a back story. It is more than I have time to read. I did a quick scan and of course the U of Iowa jumped out. It has to do with football, so I'll let you football fans find it on your own. It's towards the end of the article.
LINK to more than you need to know about the Hokey Pokey
And you knew I was going to search Holy Moly - which has nothing to do with football so I'll add it to the post.
Holy moly (also spelled holy moley, or holey moley[citation needed]) is an exclamation of surprise that dates from at least 1890.[1][2] It is a reduplication of 'holy', perhaps as a minced oath, a cleaned-up version of a taboo phrase such as "Holy Moses",[3] or "Holy Mary". There is no evidence connecting the phrase to Moly, a sacred herb of Greek mythology.[4]
It was popularized in the U.S. as an expression often used by Billy Batson, the alter ego of Captain Marvel, a superhero created for Fawcett Publications.[citation needed]
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Jean's final comment: What's with my bias against football? Head injuries.
If they only knew what it was like to have a brain impairment they might try golf.
Teresa lives in Colorado so it's not surprising that she is inspired by aspen leaves. While flowers are popular subject matter and I do a lot of flowers. Sometimes I think I prefer leaves to flowers. Probably because they are mostly flat....which appeals to the minimalist in me.
Minimalism.... foreshadowing.....
There might be someone who is already snickering - because she knows that her mailing is coming up tomorrow.
It's a doozy.