The nice man at my Post Office puts up with me like the polite civil servant he is. He knows that, unless I have a package under my arm, I’m going to ask him to pull out his folder and browse through it as if I were choosing a lipstick, not a postage stamp. For the life of me I don’t understand why folks buy those boring rolls of flags, when there’s an ever- refreshed assortment of art — or craft — available for exactly the same price!
I’m no philatelist;my interest in stamps is entirely practical. Bills must be mailed, birthday cards and Valentines dispatched, and even in these electronic times I fire off the occasional letter. (Another dorky post to come about my passion for fountain pens.) Here’s my current inventory:
Despite the snowboard I think the graphic is kinda retro. I’m a Winter Games geek — Go Canada!
Gary Cooper was such a Dreamboat, especially in Mr. Deeds Goes to Town.
The Postal Gentlemen told me that these lovely States stamps didn’t move. Except for me of course.
These pricey lovelies feature a view of 13 Mile Woods in New Hampshire. Postage to Canada is now 75 cents so (oh goody!) I’ll have to use two stamps.
A mixed batch. Top to bottom: Tiffany Lamp (1 cent) Harriet Beecher Stowe (75 cents) and King and Queen of Hearts. I scorn the Love stamps, and the Christmas stamps mostly, but I liked the playing card motif and used them on my Christmas cards.
A genuwine Chippendale chair for 4 cents!
As you know by now, little things make me cheerful. I like to choose stamps with the recipient in mind — that Mary Cassat mother and child from a few years back for congratulatory notes to new parents, something that reflects a friend’s interests or history. Sometimes I just get silly or subversive. I fight the saccharine Xmas Nutcrackers and Madonnas (not that I have anything against either) by sticking Blaxploitation stars or The Incredible Hulk on my holiday mail. I had fun with Muhammed Ali on wedding RSVPs for awhile. What can I say — immaturity keeps me young!
And the USPS is my enabler.