The last few years of my college life were a little monotonous. Who knows; maybe that’s why it started.
VisComm, as we referred to my design degree program, was pretty much wake up, go to design classes, work on design projects for hours on end, go to bed. Repeat, with a few yoga classes sprinkled throughout.
But retrieving that magical stack of promise from my mailbox every night truly brightened each day. The excitement of the unknown, envelopes of all shapes and sizes with my own name on them. This was undoubtedly one of the many things that my roommate Anna found quite odd about me, but she graciously let me have my fun.
Of course, the majority of my mail consisted of bills (no fun) and bank statements (equally un-fun thanks to all those bills), but there were always a few fun surprises in the stack as well. An US Weekly, a BCBG mailer, an Anthropologie catalog. These were my daily presents delivered straight to my door.
Today, I occasionally get something even more exciting in the mail. Sometimes it’s a box of gorgeous mounted prints or a huge canvas for a client. This past week, it was my favorite postal gift of all: a beautiful, handcrafted flushmount album.
I loved Becky and Mike’s album so much that I’m ordering a second copy with a funky textured leather cover as a studio sample. I’ll be counting down the days til that one arrives on my doorstep…
