‘m going to let you in on a secret: Anthropologie catalogs can take any package or envelope from zero to hero in the span of the few seconds it takes you to tape them on.
I find as much joy in creating the treats for the inside of an envelope as I do in making the outside sparkle. There is just something SO special about receiving a work of art in the mail. Right?!
After I had prepared all of the little nail polishes and notes for my hardworking teacher friends, it was time to get them in the mail. Honestly, I don’t know where I would be without Anthro catalogs. I have both Bobby and I signed up on the website to get mailings from them – because sometimes, one catalog just isn’t enough.
I can’t get over the colors in that one. Mwah. (Mustard yellow will forever be my favorite.)
As you can see, I’m really into the speech bubbles these days…
One without a speech bubble! Shocking, I know.
I like the idea of giving people gifts on rough days…since I’m not in New Orleans to really KNOW when someone is having a bad day, I decided to write this little message on the back of the packages:
Funny story: when I got to the post office, the lady realized that almost all of these were going to the same place – and I’m pretty sure she thought I was crazy for not sending all of them together. But I can’t expect everyone to coordinate their rough days! Separate packages were obviously a must.
She didn’t comment much on the parcels expect to dryly ask, “where is this paper from?”
“Oh, they’re images out of a catalog from this really beautiful company called Anthropologie…”
And I was going to explain further in case she didn’t know about Anthropologie but before I could continue, she interrupted. “You mean Anthropol-ogy.” (I don’t know if that is coming across in text – she was pronouncing that last syllable with a long ‘o.’) I felt like I was being corrected by a schoolmarm. It was pretty hilarious.
“Umm, nope it’s actually pronounced Anthropologie,” I said in this super chipper but “trust me, I know what I’m talking about” kind of way. It’s a fine line to walk…Bobby was with me and started to back me up. We were a united front.
She just nodded her head dismissively as if to signal, “sure, whatever you say. I tried to help you out, but you’re obviously going to continue in your erroneous ways.”
So friends, from here on out, in honor of the Vermont postal lady, I’m going to start pronouncing it Anthropol-ogy. Who knows, maybe we’ve ALL been saying it wrong this whole time.
Goodbye, parcels! Go forth and spread joy!