A waist-high snowdrift on my deck.
Since I've got plenty of downtime, I thought I'd take a moment to show you some of the vintage valentines I mentioned in my last post. Even when I was single, Valentine's Day has always been one of my favorite holidays. I would daydream about possibilities, about what kind of Prince Charming the future might bring to me. I passed out valentines to friends and classmates well into high school (and I'm talking Care Bears and Hello Kitty, the kind you would expect to receive from a preschooler).
Over the years, my fascination with this holiday has matured a bit, but it's still going full force. When I was about 19, I started collecting vintage valentines. It's just one of many collections, but it's very dear to me. Even though unused valentines hold more monetary value, I place a higher sentimental value on the ones that have been marked on. Seeing a child's handwriting, faded with time on the back of a worn piece of cardstock, my imagination runs wild. I get swept away in a sea of childhood memories, classroom crushes, and curiosities about what happened to these people and the experiences they went on to have as adults.
Here is just a small selection from my stash of vintage valentines. They were sent and received many years ago, stored in a safe place, and eventually passed around until they reached the hands of a certain starry-eyed pack rat.
I could show you valentines all day, but variety is nice too. So here are a few more sweet, vintage goodies to warm your heart.
Vintage fabrics in dreamy patterns.
I purchased this necklace at an estate sale for $2 quite some time ago. I figured for that price, I could at least use the beads to make something new. But the more I looked at it, the more I realized that this piece of jewelry is far too beautiful to be destroyed.
It's made from faceted German glass beads in a gorgeous shade of red.
These illustrations are part of a sweet little book about friendship, published in 1972.
Vintage storybooks are yet another collection of mine. Now you see why I started a "Vintage Finds" series on my blog. I have endless items to show you, and it's nice to have an audience who can appreciate such things. Out of all the things I come across working estate sales, the things that were a part of someone's childhood are the most special to me- even thought they are not a part of my own family's history. What kind of things do you become attached to?