Well, it’s a little personal tradition of mine to send letters to people on numerologically significant dates. And today is a pretty fun one, though it has brought out all the dilettantes due to a little tradition that associates six hundred and sixty six with the devil and perhaps goth coolness or something. Anyway, I sent only one letter today, but it was one of my masterpieces stationary-wise and stamp-wise. I used a shiny copper colored envelope with a gorgeous, hand-painted peacock on it, which I purchased from a stationary merchant in Bombay market last year. As if metallic copper paint wasn’t fancy enough, I sealed it with a giant gold star sticker, but wait! Really, I haven’t gotten to the best part! Because the Indian stationary was a little on the weighty side, I thought I might need more than the usual single-rate stamp. What is it at these days? 48 cents or something? I didn’t think that the lame-ass squash series that I bought in a hurry at the post office last week belonged on such a special envelope. But then a beautiful thought came to me! I finally have an envelope and occasion worthy enough for the two 33-cent stamps that I have been saving for a special day. (Well actually, I originally purchased them for normal mailings, bills, etc. but it was during that crazy year or two when the price of stamps kept going up so often, our heads were swirling. They just became special from being pent up in a drawer for ten years. But, I digress.) Anyway, I used the two best stamps from the homage to the 1940s series: the Slinky and Rosie the Riveter.
Out of focus, but isn’t it spectacular?! I don’t think I can best it.
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