Expecting something in the mail is like Christmas in miniature: the joy of anticipation, the excitement when it finally arrives, the fun of unwrapping a box or envelope with my name on it. Even the most prosaic things, like socks or mineral makeup foundation (which happen to be the last two things I've ordered online), are more fun when they come by mail.
Here's a very NON-prosaic something that came in the mail for me the other day:
My very first "real" cycling jersey. I've always gotten by with t-shirts for riding, and they've worked okay (apart from the lack of rear pockets). But a kind and thoughtful friend had a jersey to spare and generously sent it my way. Not just any old jersey, either, but an absolutely drop-dead gorgeous new cherry blossom jersey.
How nice was that?
|Here I am, stylin' and profilin' with Iris (and matching the quilt behind us)|
|Rear pockets for keys and camera|
|It passed yesterday's road test with flying colours|
Many, many thanks to my generous friend.
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