Last week Margaret wrote about our wordless correspondence while she lived in London. This week I am posting some of the letters that she sent to me.
When we hatched our plan we decided that we would each send a wordless letter every Friday. We stuck with that deadline although Friday sometimes became Saturday. Having a deadline made us actually follow through on our intentions.
I loved getting something in the mail every week and I never knew what it would be.
This one comforted me when our dog Lily died.
Some explored new tools such as a pen nib.
Here is the other side of the teapot conversation –
and the squiggle
Some were three dimensional, or collaged from scraps of labels, or made of fabric.
I enjoyed the exchange as it happened. But yesterday when I gathered everything to photograph, the accumulation of letters and images amazed and moved me. Our small idea grew into something bigger – a record and testament of our friendship and of time passing. Giving and getting were both gifts.