When What Should My Wandering Eyes Should Appear...

When J. came into the house today, straining under the weight of what he brought home from the post office, I was wondering just how long it had been since we had picked up our mail...

But when he dropped THIS on the island, I was so excited I did a little dance...




When Kirsten, Anthony and I were small, our grandparents, the incomparable Baba and Papa wintered in Hemet, California. We missed them terribly, but the parcels they sent to make up for leaving us three for the winter tried to make it up to us...

So to recap? Parcels? Are EXCITING. Especially parcels with stickers and 200 stamps. (You just KNOW the postman sees a parcel like this and cringes...) and parcels SPECIFICALLY ADDRESSED TO "AUNTIE FABULOUS" (me).

I open the package, and on top is a blue envelope which I rip open with wild enthusiasm.



Haha. Funny.

Kirsten's mom, my Auntie Anne Marie would send care packages often, and always included these little confetti things in the envelope. I didn't have confetti, so I used sugar baking sprinkles. So these hearts were payback.

I was so delighted by the next thing I saw that I had it out of the tissue paper and onto my body before I could get a photo.



Also included was an intensely special pendant (that I cannot post a picture of, for fear it's magical powers will be compromised), a 2010 Herstory Personal Calendar, and at the bottom, some other things that wouldn't mean much to you, but mean the world to me by virtue of the person who once held them...

Even when it's Kirsten's turn to receive, she's still the most giving, thoughtful person I know, and with her poise and grace continuously amazes me...

Now, see her wardrobe malfunction!