My Male loves the Mail

One of my favorite times of the day used to be checking the mail.  Now that I am a married woman I have a husband who also really likes to do that too so I have lovingly given up my affection for checking the mail.  But I must confess...I miss it.

I love the feeling of going in to the mailbox and seeing a handwritten envelope. We should all write hand written letters more often.

OH IT MUST BE SOMETHING GREAT!  Junk mail makes sad and hand written letters and boxes make me oh so so happy.  Don't get me wrong, I still check it every now and then but I have left that joy to the Mr.

Yesterday I received some lingering birthday cards and gifts.  My sweet step  mother-in-law sent me the handmade angel.  It is from an old quilt!  So CUTE! She said we could use it as one of our Christmas ornaments but I am going to see about what I can do to make her the topper on our tree.

(I love the pearls in her hair.)

On Saturday I received my package from (this girl). I entered one of her giveaways several weeks ago and won something that I am sure every girl in this world would want, an Anthropologie gift card.  Yep, thats right.  Free money to one of the most whimsical, magical, and expensive places on earth.  I was determined to make this gift card stretch as far as I could.  So, I did.  With the help of my %15 off birthday coupon I only paid $13 bucks for all of this...

and...

but wait thats not it...

4 beautiful latte bowls

Who has a photo shoot with their new latte bowls?  Oh, that's right, we do.

(Dear bowls, I am going to make pumpkin soup in you on Wednesday)

thats still not it...

We got a pack of three lovely kitchen towels that I used on the table for a centerpiece instead.  Eeek!  $13 bucks!  I walked out of that store BEAMING yesterday.  I must say I did pretty good except I did almost throw up when I saw a candle holder for $138 bucks.  I'm sorry thats a little ridics don't you think!?!

Anyhow, as we were admiring our new finds there was a knock on the door.  Some latinos were selling Mexican sweet bread door to door in our apartment complex.  Have I mentioned yet that I am only 1 of 2 American women in our complex?  I love it, I never feel unsafe and there are precious latino babies running around all of the time!  I had never had the sweet bread before so John went down to their van and bought it out of the back of their trunk like it was a fake Fendi purse.

We got...

Yummy!  Hearing John speak the Espanol to them was a special treat.  I love to hear him speak in spanish. RAWR!

We LOVE our new finds and we ended the evening learning a special new song on the guitar and uke.  Stay tuned to hear something lovely.  Here is a hint: We want to get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France.

Thanks Ashleeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!