I still get a thrill when I get mail.
Real mail, that is, not credit card offers, political flyers, ads for Wal-Mart, or incredibly depressing investment statements.
So imagine my excitement when I opened up the mailbox and found, first:
The most hilariously unironic issue of Mary Maxim ever.
I mean, sequin art? Really?
I had forgotten I ordered the hard copy as well as the e-version. It is such a cute little booklet, so professional. I imagined something hand-made on a color copier, stapled together like those 'zines that were popular back in the '90's, but it's actually perfect-bound.
Well worth it for the gorgeous patterns as well as to support a fabulous designer.