Old papers carry stories, memories, personal messages that one day will be lost as we use less and less the written word.
What will be passed on will not be touchable.
One of my fondest things to do when I go home to my Mother's house is to sit at her desk and pull out the Rolodex and see addresses and phone number written out in my Father's and Mother's hand.
I see them in their writing.
A sampling of old wallpapers that I use to have.
Some I regret giving or selling.
Paper bundles. I started selling paper bundles because my addiction got carried away.
I still make them on demand.
When I worked with Georgianne Lane for Victoria Magazine we went to my friend Odile's shop to do a photoshoot.
Odile loves old paper and textiles too.
Epiphany King's Cake feves or tokens that are baked in the cake.
If ever you want some let me know. Plenty of different designs and shapes.
I cannot help myself when it comes to old papers.
It is what I am drawn to the most at the brocantes.
I found this example on Pinterest without a link to who it belongs to. But I see my walls slowly looking like this.
My mom can say I am a wall hoarder.
This type of tinted engravings I just eat up blame it on the romantic in me.
They are easy to find at the brocantes.
For years I have been searching for old playing cards like these. I have found plenty of playing cards, but not of this design. One day I will.
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