My favorite things.
I know… how incredibly specific of me.
I think I’m losing steam. We’re on the letter t and I’ve got nothing planned for the rest of the alphabet… with the possible exception of y.
So… here are a few of my favorite random things.
Mail [cards and letters and the occasional care package].
Writing letters is a lost art. Or at least a dying one. It’s a shame. I love sending [and receiving] *real* mail. Although it really irks me how expensive postage is on even the smallest package. More than once, I’ve paid more for shipping than the cost of what’s inside the box.
The gift that keeps on giving. Chip clip, picture hanger, cord holder, bookmark, post-modern art (haven’t you ever clipped them together to make sculptures? no? just me? okay), and even… to hold papers together.
[Yes, I do own these particular binder clips.]
This letter opener.
Speaking of multi-use office supplies— I have these all over the house. I use them for everything… but hardly ever to open letters. I do not use them as weapons, though, no matter how much they look the part. Most recently, I used one to pull my hair away from my neck while my nail polish was drying. And I didn’t even accidentally stab myself in the neck. Seriously. So many uses.
I guess that picture does look pretty sinister.
Mr. Coffee coffee warmer.
Plug it in. Turn it on. Put your mug on it. Keep your mug of coffee warm even if you get distracted and forget it’s there for a half hour.
I honestly don’t remember what the hell I ever did before these super-fuzzy foot-blankets existed. [Yeah, I just made up ‘foot-blankets’. I think I’m going to call them that from now on.] How did I keep my feet warm at night? How did I ever feel cozy? I don’t think I did.
Hope your feet are warm.
p.s. — I know I couldn’t go backwards now that technology is where it is today, but one of my least favorite things: smartphones. I so often wish we could have stayed at a time when we ‘made our own fun’, we fought over who got to use the [corded wall] phone next, we actually talked to each other, and… we wrote letters [while wearing cozy socks and not stabbing each other with letter openers].