I often hear it said when some one has passed away.."0h, but at least he lived life to the full" which is great, but I have come to realize that this frequently means that he did a lot of "stuff". I was bought up on the singular mantra that ambition & achievement of "much" & of excellence was all that there was to life. I think, perhaps that's why I love "vintage" so much now...when you come across something of vintage dimensions it speaks to you, a conversation takes place & then a certain gratitude & emotional attachment evolves in those moments. I am quite sure, that unless, we are blessed with a particularly remarkable memory, we mostly remember how the people in our lives made us feel, not so much the things that they gave to us or necessarily all of their personal achievements.
What do you think? Do you think that's true?
The Victorians were such a prudish, yet sentimental lot..wonder where all the sweet sentiment went to in our age?
Many seem to have dispensed with the soft things, things of the heart & the soul: kindness, gentleness, thoughtfulness, beauty, true romance, serendipity & wonder. When I accidentally found myself in Kmart today (having posted parcels) I stood in the middle of the store gazing at an acre of black clothing.. ALL black & wondered how on earth we could have allowed ourselves to be so duped. The world needs us to be colour-FILLED!! When I looked at the pre-prepared, churned out cards & cheap products all around me, I felt such pride & a certain smugness in thinking of all the beautifully handmade creations that lovely woman are busily making all over the world & the comfort of knowing that my vintage cotton sheets will probably last us a lifetime. I walked away, deliberately empty-handed & with a spring in my step.
Quite a number of you, my sweet friends, asked about the book "Forget-me-not" that was in the pile of books in last weeks post, so I thought that I would tell you a little about this lovely volume.
"Forget-me-not: Timeless Sentiments For Life Long Friends"
available hereWritten by Janda Sims Kelley
Funnily enough, the most appropriate chapter to tell you about seemed to be "Knowing The True Wealth Of Friendship"
my postcardMy friend Wendy & I have known each other for almost 50 years. Our fathers were pharmacy colleagues back in the early 1960's and Wendy & I met as toddlers. We don't catch up a great deal but it never matters. We've always stayed in touch through all the years..every meeting is just the same..friends who hold each others memories & hearts tenderly & always will.
my postcardI picked these from my garden today..aren't they so sweet. I picked them for you...my friends.
So there you are. A lovely book, still available & well worth having in your library.
I found this forget-me-not border at Bumble Button..such gorgeous free graphics. The saying I found via tumblr & the writing I was easily able to add online in Picnik.
In the Victorian language of flowers forget-me-nots symbolise hope, remembrance, faithfulness & memories.
May the sweet flowers upon this page, bring to mind memories sweet & friendships true.
May you know a faithful hand of care, a garland of gracefulness, your whole life through.
Innocence by Arthur Hacker
Just before I go..do pop in here if you like Margaret Tarrant's lovely illustrations. I found some of her postcards on Trade Me this week & they are so lovely I thought that I would share them with you : )
Have a wonderful week my friends.