Samara O'Shea

Archive for September, 2010

Business is Booming

Friday, September 10th, 2010

I’ve written four letters in the past two weeks. In the letter-writing business, that’s a lot. The only time is was more was back in November 2005 when DailyCandy covered this site. Then I had thirty requests at once. It’s not a lot by Internet standards, but it is a lot for one person! Since then, the requests have been unpredictable. Some months go by and I receive no requests. Other times, I’ll have two in one week.

After five years, I still love writing letters on behalf of others. I get a unique glimpse into people’s lives. When the customer is happy with the letter—saying This is perfect! It’s the best feeling. Makes my day. The letters I’ve written recently have been:

– A professional apology (to a former boss)

– A person apology (to a wife)

– A letter of introduction hoping for a recommendation to a master’s program

– A declaration–he wants to tell a girl he “caught feelings” for her. Sweet!

I wish all my customers the best with their endeavors!

LetterHeady

Wednesday, September 8th, 2010

From the same correspondence lover who brings us Letters Of Note, also comes LetterHeady. It’s a tribute to uniquely designed letterhead. It’s definitely worth a gander!

Under the Boardwalk

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

Scenes from the weekend:

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Hurricane Earl pushed the water up to the shoreline, so we set up camp behind the boardwalk. By high tide we had to move back even further. Earl also cooled the air and brought in a righteous breeze. It was a perfect beach weekend.

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My four-year-old cousin Annalise carrying her boogie board like a pro.

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My Aunt Kay gave me this gem of a picture. It’s my parents holding little baby me. What a couple of hippies! I must say, I think my mom looks great post-pregnancy.

The Return of Harvest Season

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

The first sign of fall 2010 was not a tree boasting its new foliage or a brusque breeze. No, no—the first sign of autumn came on an insanely humid day as I ran into Starbucks for air-conditioned cover. Cue the Halleluiah Chorus:

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It doesn’t look like autumn, but it sure tastes like it! The idea of artificial pumpkin flavor, cinnamon, whole milk, and whipped cream mixed together into one tastily overpriced drink brought my longing for the season change to a whole new level. I refrained from indulging because I want to delight in my first PSL on a genuinely autumnal day.

Here’s the plan: I am going to savor summer for the next 96 hours: beaches, bathing suits, BBQ. All of it. Then at 10:30 a.m. on Tuesday September 7th, my heart belongs to the harvest. Happy Labor Day weekend everyone!

Dress Dangling from the Chandelier

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

While scouring StyleMePretty this morning I was stopped in my tracks by this photo. I love the simplicity of the dress, the old-fashioned feel of the hallway, the border on the mirror, the dress reflected in the mirror, the urn (birdbath?) in the garden, the hardwood floor, the hardwood ceiling, and the runner. This is—hands down—the best hanging-dress photo I’ve come across (I’ve seen an unusually high number of them). Kudos to Vela images.

If you’re interested, the rest of the wedding photos are here.

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Letter from Cell Block 3-47B

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

Today I present the last letter I happened upon whilst cleaning out my computer.

A few years back, my friend Blake signed up to correspond with a prisoner. He was given a name—Louis—and wrote an introductory letter. The letter never reached its intended. Instead, it ended up in this charming gentleman’s hands (transcription below the image):

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Blake:

I pray that the guiding hand of the unseen directs the path of this missive, so that it may find the comfort of your hands at the end of its journey.

Please forgive this bold yet brief intrusion into the sanctuary of your life, but I felt it was of the utmost necessity in order to introduce you to a proposal of friendship, which is born of truth & beauty. I realize that the aspect of my presentation must seem undesirable due to my present circumstances are that of imprisonment, but I beg you not to allow the quality & depth of my words to be judged by the appearance of the surface.

By now you are probably wondering, “Who is this?” “How does he know me?” and finally, “Why is he writing to me?” Blake, my name is Thomas. But friends and associates call me “Face.” However, I can only pray that you don’t react haphazardly, but I’ve had your info & letter that you attempted to forward to Louis: The officer responsible for distributing mail made a human error & placed you letter on my rack. . .I made an honest effort to locate this Louis guy, but to no avail, I couldn’t. Curiosity got the best of me & I evaluated the contents within. . .I liked what I read & I decided after (2) months to put pen to paper in hopes since your quest was for merely a pen pal you would not be trippin.

For the record: Your sexual preference is not a factor for me because you have the free will to do what you do. But what moved me the most was you’re from N. E. Alabama & you’re educated. . .

As for myself: I’m a 28 year old African male, who is currently incarcerated for a drug deal gone bad.

I’m standing at 5’ 9 ½”, 186 lbs (give or take) light brown complexion, brown eyes, black wavy hair, and handsome as ever! I work out (5) days a week to maintain to health & body; I’m basically a very down to earth, deep thinking, laid back, open-minded, stern but humble, intelligent, understanding, humorous, likeable, single, never been married & willing to communicate as long & as often as you desire to do so. . .

You are free to shed any reservations about that in which I offer, for there is nothing but sincerity radiating from the hand of friendship I’m extending to you.

I pray I’ve proved worthy!

Sincerely,
Thomas