Even though the Closet Project was spurned on by Larry’s challenge that I make use of the items in my art closet or relinquish the space to much needed storage, he has frequently fed my addiction for all things papery.

He constantly brings me cool sheets of stamps from his trips to the post office. He’ll place them down casually on the kitchen table and nonchalantly suggest that I might like to incorporate them into a journal or collage. Hasn’t eleven years of marriage taught this man anything? Doesn’t he know that I won’t have the heart to separate the stamps from their snug little perforated homes? Can’t he guess where these beauties will end up?

And so, on the closet’s second shelf, tucked into the left hand corner, sits my stash of stamps. Maybe someday I’ll work up the nerve to place them permanently into an art project but for now I rest smug in the knowledge that as long as Larry has a reason to visit the post office, more will be coming.