>One of the many groups of things that I collect are postcards … vintage as well as the ones purchased by friends and rellies on their travels.
No one ever needs to worry about what to bring me back – a postcard or two and I’m a happy vicarious traveller.
This particular habit was started when I was a little person and used to spend many an afternoon with my grandparents, pouring over the cards – which I eventually inherited – that my maternal grandfather had sent home to his parents and sisters during his time in the Australian Army in France and Belgium during WWI, and then from England where he was sent to recuperate after being wounded quite badly [ and subsequently met my English grandmother but that’s another story ]
maybe one day I’ll find one I can afford
in the meantime
I do have this
it’s a little fox spotted thanks to my own dear mum’s appalling habit of keeping everything in plastic *
is this beautiful, delicate, pristine-as-the-day-it-was-finished, silk hankie
This is something I’ve been planning ever since I found it amongst mum’s effects when she passed in ’94.
Luckily for my long cherished plans and dreams, Nadie does want to carry it as her ‘something old’ or maybe her ‘something borrowed’
* and you’ll probably be happy to know that since ’94 it’s been wrapped in archival tissue