day eighty-five

i love mailboxes. not necessarily their aesthetics, although i have seen my fair share of assorted individual looks; rather, it's the fact that they hold so much potential. i would go so far as to say their contents can, on occasion at least, actually make or break my day.

up until about five years ago, i always lived in cities. my pre-country mailbox experiences were usually limited to a quick pitstop at the front door of an old apartment building followed by a short walk usually up or down a wide set of well-worn stairs that led to a heavy wooden door of an apartment that held my things. i may have briefly scanned the pile of envelopes in my hands on the way up or down those stairs. i might have checked for familiar handwriting on an envelope or wondered about the sender of an unfamiliar formally typed address. perhaps i didn't even glance at the stack and just left it all as a giant surprise for an entire 30 seconds or so until i'd reached the other side of my apartment door. i may have lamented a complete lack of mail altogether or let out an audible too-loud sigh when all that sat in my fist was a stack of wretched bills.

my country mailbox is perched at the side of the road at the end of a long, old, craggy branch-shaped driveway. it is normally about a four-minute round trip from my front door to this mailbox and back inside. well, it is unless tenzin accompanies me which means these days, it's more in the vicinity of a half-hour leisurely stroll with a jump or ten in every puddle along the way. nevertheless, i still choose at random one of my familiar routines. sometimes it's an instant reward with a smile, other times it's just a fist full of bills, while yet other times it's a grimace and the feeling that no one, not even the competing internet provider or the used-car promoter or the hungry real estate lady cares to flick anything my way.

today was the best kind of mailbox day. it made me smile a full-on grin. today my mailbox contained a hand-addressed envelope (good!) from a familiar person (yay!) containing a very generous cheque (jump up and down!) for my project.

the best kind of mail is the personal unexpected hand-written cards. of course, they don't need to contain money to make me smile, but when it's for an amazing cause from an amazing family,  i can't help but be grateful and happy and anxious to see what amazing things may arrive in my mailbox on some other random unexpected day in the future.


today's look while continuing to be amazed at the generosity of others:

grey silk sweater with metallic paillettes worn over dress: donated by kimberly's deja vu boutique (details below) for this project - thanks! (free)
jeans: also donated by kimberly for this project - thanks! (free)
socks: claire's (about $4)
black flats: payless, about two years old (about $20)

grand total:
about $24.08

kimberly's deja vu boutique
sommerville centre, 6835 highway 62 north (1 mile off the 401)
belleville, ontario k8n 4z5