Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Today we went back to the thrift market up the street. It's one of the only places we can walk to from the house, and I wouldn't have anything else in its place. Until today, I had yet to spend over three euros fifty there in one shopping trip, and I have bought whole lot of neat things so far. Then everything changed today when I bought these vintage postcards. In total, I now have ten of them. They are stamped, postmarked, addressed and, in some cases, even written out. All of them are from 1903 to 1908.
I was just about to walk home when my new best friend, the man who works in the book department, told me that they had just gotten some postcards in. He thought I might like them. He said I would appreciate them and see the difference between them and some reproductions of cards from around the same period, which he also showed me. Or at least, that's what I inferred. In actuality I have no idea what he said, but that's irrelevant. He knows me, even perhaps better than I know myself. I personally had no idea how thrilling leafing through antique postcards might be. This is despite the fact that I've only been to a handful of the places pictured and I still don't really know what they say.
Posted by Kate at 13:24