Project: Inspiration

Here is the last of my envelopes, I can't believe July is over and we are moving in to August. It doesn't feel like summer at all as the temperatures have dropped once again and I need my wooly socks.... brrr.... I am sad to end this project but who knows I may do it again one day... lets wait and see.

I left this envelope at an ATM machine today, weirdly there was no one behind me when I did it and as I was walking away a lady shouted 'excuse me', I turned round to see her flick it to one side. So this ones probably going to end up in the bin... oh well!

From this project:

• I was able to test my creativity by doing something a little different.
• To end up being reckless towards the end and not really caring anymore who was looking or who was not. I would have put this at the ATM even if there were people behind me.
• To learn from my mistakes.... use a plastic wallet, wait until the right moment to do a project as July was just too hectic for it.
• That people in Bradford do not get excited by creative envelopes and will not get in touch. Unfortunately I'm here to stay so Bradfords my only creative outlet.
• I loved doing it and I can't wait to create more random projects like this.

Have you enjoyed this and would you attempt something like this yourself?

Project: Inspiration

This envelope I choose for the milkman. I know its an odd choice but lately he's been going on holiday which he's never done before in all the years he's delivered our milk. His notes look like they have been written on a typewriter, they have mistakes and smear marks which in my mind confirms it... so I won't at all expect an e-mail from him telling me he picked it up.

I almost missed him as I was upstairs wrapping a package to post when I heard the door. Luckily the milkman loves to chat to my mum asking about the family, their health etc... he's always been like that and we've got used to his morning knock. Whilst he was chatting to my mum, I slipped out the front door and ran around to the back (it must have looked so comical as I can't run), I quickly shoved it somewhere in the back of his van before he came and ran again. I was back inside and sitting down when he actually did. I then panicked a little that maybe it wasn't in secure enough and when he would be driving around it will fly out but hopefully he will spot it before then. I wish I could have taken a photo of where I left it but there wasn't time.

Hopefully my post card is sloppy enough with appreciation.

Do you buy or have your milk delivered?