I used to make cards as a child. Birthdays, holidays, apologies, I would make cards for the occasion. I loved going to the craft store and selecting fibrous, frayed at the edges paper and my parents kept me in a dizzying stock of scalloped pinking shears.
I have dead, but still beautiful magenta peonies in a vase on my living room table as I write this. They’ve been there for months, and I adore them. I also save almost every card I’ve ever been given. I love when people write their love down. I return to them from time to time when I want the wave of nostalgia to wash over me, and especially when I want to remember the particular script with which my late Gramma signed her name.
I too love flowers and I have many that I've let dry and have kept. I also love little cute boxes or containers that I know are junk, but will hold onto until I finally throw away.
This is so lovely, albeit with its own pain - thanks for sharing so beautifully. I keep old books - just a few - gifts to me when I was a child, books that belonged to my parents and grand parents - no first editions etc - just for the good memories found in turning the pages
Every card I’ve ever received.
I have dead, but still beautiful magenta peonies in a vase on my living room table as I write this. They’ve been there for months, and I adore them. I also save almost every card I’ve ever been given. I love when people write their love down. I return to them from time to time when I want the wave of nostalgia to wash over me, and especially when I want to remember the particular script with which my late Gramma signed her name.
Well, the beauty of the words leaves me speechless …( which doesn’t happen often ) ..
I remember…💝
I too love flowers and I have many that I've let dry and have kept. I also love little cute boxes or containers that I know are junk, but will hold onto until I finally throw away.
This is so lovely, albeit with its own pain - thanks for sharing so beautifully. I keep old books - just a few - gifts to me when I was a child, books that belonged to my parents and grand parents - no first editions etc - just for the good memories found in turning the pages