Coming and going, mail in, mail out. Good thing the Post Office is upstairs from my new studio. I don’t have to go very far to mail my goodies and my student’s love seeing what comes in. My good friend Eileen waits to see what comes in the mail for me. If we have coffee and a talk in the West Village Provisions, I always have to get the mail first. Then I have to show everyone in the place. Mail brings happiness to many. Handy that it is all in one spot, including a cool little thrift called BCheeky. I’d just about call that studio heaven, wouldn’t you?
Outgoing, some big green men are invading a post office near you.
The mail always brings happiness to me.