Spring! What, no I am not down under but in my busy, messy studio I have been fulfilling a large custom order for my Pocketful of Posies card, in pink! They turned out absolutely lovely and I may start offering printing on my cards, the jury of one is still out on that. Enjoy every little hand-cut piece. The post was to end here but then I took it to the Post Office... dun, dun, dun...
The priority boxes were either to small or way too big. But then in very un-USPS fashion the employee found a box I deemed to be the perfect size behind the counter, but when he weighed it we were .6 of an ounce over weight which would have bumped the cost up $4, so before I could say anything he started cutting and changing my packing material trying to knock the weight down. I was dumbfounded, this is my friendly regular PO guy who is very by the letter in the past he has never so much as given me an inch of scotch tape to improve my packaging. What the hoop was going on, I don't know. In the meantime a line started forming and everyone was waiting for me. By the end of his alterations the package looked like a kindergarten project mangled in shipping. He was so proud of himself I didn't have the heart to take it back. On my way home a pit formed in my stomach, it looks so unprofessional, and I worry about the integrity of the altered box. It is amazing how sick this is making me. Hours and hours of work are in that box. He talked me out of insurance because he told me that only the cost of the paper to make the cards would be reimbursed. The PO is an enigma have more to say about that later for now I think I better go eat a roll of TUMS and offer a sacrifice to the shipping gods.
