I was recently hand delivered a piece of mail from my dear friend Mallery. She had misaddressed the envelope, and it was therefore returned to her residence. But look! The post office had used a very special stamp to signify exactly where my letter needed to go: "return to sender", inside of a manicule, pointing toward her address. Of course I had to follow it. Mallery's place is like a second home to me, and she didn't seem to mind that I interrupted the much anticipated sleep of a snow day. Now that's a true friend!
The manicule must have know that I needed to collect these lovely sign-up sheets that Mal had made for me. Imagine my luck that such a mishap would give me a beautiful manicule to follow to a good friend who I owed a visit anyway. Finally, a mix-up made in heaven.With love,
Laura
