Growing up we had a mailbox right at our door. One does not really appreciate the luxury of that until you don’t have that option anymore.
My mail route requires us to have a mailbox curbside. While it is not usually a problem – keep in mind that the snow usually covers the mailbox by February and we are not very diligent about shoveling it out. There was a time we went about 6 days with no mail.
Of course, this is when I was home with very small children.
Fast forward seventeen years. This is our sad little mailbox:
I think she has had enough. Her red flag is long gone. The gold stick on letters – the Mr. must have put those on. The bayberry underneath looks like it wants to swallow it. And is that rust?
Once (OK more than once) our mail lady put a note in the box asking to trim the bush back. But we still like her.
We finally purchased a new box (a bigger one). I pulled out the pruners and my awesome Silhouette Cameo. I had seem some ideas of mailboxes that I wanted to mimic.
And here is our new highly respected box.
HUGE improvement I would say!
Our mail lady was the first to complement us on it. Told us it was the nicest on the street!