We have an milk box built into our sweet 1952 home and we have mail slot as well. But, we don’t use the milk box, clearly, and the big mail doesn’t fit through our mailbox slot.
I headed to see my friends at For the Love of Old right around the corner on 16th Street and Bethany Home, right next to my local Starbucks and told owners Roman and Giesel my dilemma of currently having an ugly wood box outside our door to catch “the big stuff” which in Postal Land, large envelopes are called “Flats” and boxes are called “Parcels.”
Solution, an old milk box from Central Dairy, which I would spruce up with some acrylic paint, map paper, and some gold glitter letters, all things I have on hand.
Don’t I have amazing penmanship? I printed one of my favorite fonts and just used a pencil to visually trace it before I used paint. Every crafty girl should have a glue gun, and ribbon. I almost lined the inside top with ribbon – I’m still thinking about it. I thought a nice message would be fun for our mailman to see too.
I absolutely did burn my index finger when I touched fresh hot glue which made me freak out as hot glue is searing hot and doesn’t exactly fly off your finger when you try to shake it off. I now have a blister and typing this blog post has been difficult so I hope you have really enjoyed reading it. I’m so glad it wasn’t my shooting finger.
Diana Elizabeth now wishes she spray painted the entire box first with metallic paint to make it look cleaner. But, it’s done and sometimes we all pay for the extra wear and tear, right?