The timeless butterscotch of a Cleo envelope arrived in my postbox more than a week ago. I am still limping along with my mail art and that's the only reason I have taken so long to post it for you all to enjoy! The baggage tag on the envelope makes me say the word, 'shuffleboard'. I have never even seen the game played but it's a word my father said and I think my grandmother played it. I'm sure someone from Grand View played shuffleboard once in the lapses of time.
The next thing I feel like doing is to fetch a big atlas, to open its musty pages and to find Wernersville. Somehow Wernersville I can't believe it exists on Google maps. It belongs on a dog-eared page of an atlas.
Claire has approached this project with forensic care. Her appreciation for the context of what I imagine is her new home is palpable and generous. The imagery is exotic in its nostalgia.
I can see as I lift back the corner of Cleo's card that inside is Cleo's studio. I can't bear to tear the 'Our New Home' tape, it won't wiggle off, but it looks extraordinary!
Below I think I have damaged a gathering… I didn't mean to but you never really know how far to unwrap. It's all exquisite and hugely appreciated!