After a catch up phone conversation where we discussed air plants and if I would like any, a resounding YES was my answer. We discussed the next mailing the nomads would be at where I could send them what mail they needed for every thing in the world except bills attached to, well I suppose that mail shows up here as well. Mom said she would send me air plants and did she ever.
They shape to the form of a mailbox crammed with junk mail.
As I yanked the box out with the mail and various slips of paper that won't make it past the recycle bin, the box grew just a little bit. It was taped up fairly well, I might even think G-Dad helped out.
This isn't your ordinary packaging material.
After releasing the pressure valve on the tape and air plant explosion, I am happy to say I can supply most of Seattle with a plant or two. I've given them to friends that have stopped by, decorated the house and a bathroom by plunking a hunk in a bowl of potpourri.
So far most of my friends have poked around at it and said they would take some but left them behind. I only have so many wicker baskets in my house before cramming this stuff into it makes me look like I need to mow my own decorations.
I am seriously thinking of making a wreath out of them though. I will keep you posted as I hear my Mom is approaching Spanish moss territory soon. Now that I can use in my garden.
Arriving with extra love on the handling.
So send those 1970's fridge magnet ideas my way.
The Papillon Pack
