Happy Mail {or what to do after the cookies are gone}

The cool thing about having an 18-year-old with a job is when she spots stuff on clearance that would be awesome for her new cousin, she can buy it. WITH HER OWN MONEY.

Of course, it would only be right to say hello to little Kimber by sending off the loot in her very first recycled package. Welcome her to the family with trash, as you do.

First step: heating up those dumb labels with a hair dryer*

*this causes the glue to soften and they'll peel right off in one piece instead of messing with goo gone and infinite layers of sticky paper for an hour.


Once off, one got put to work as a template for just the right size circle/ovalish shape.
Annnnnd that's where the perfection ended.

The rainbow is freehanded and with more "stripes" than the original...

and the nose and eyes are...how shall we say? Primitive.

Everything is rolled up nice in tight inside, covered with pink tissue paper, and sealed up for a trip across country.

Even the most imperfect packages can still create a party in your mailbox. Happy mail indeed.