Yesterday's mail brought this carton from Renate Fontanelle. The carton contained two miniature origami pieces, a shadow box with a little red bird, and a gorgeous journal of handmade papers. As you can see from the example in the photo, the open page is embellished with an element woven from help twine. There is a delightful wax seal on the back (not shown) and the binding is decorated with light wooden splints that have natural holes. I've seen this type of wood for sale in florist shops, but I don't know what it's called.
I'm in the best years of my life, in what is usually called "midlife".
I'm English, and I live in the north of Germany, and I sometimes still wonder how I got here from there.
One of the things I used to hear often as a kid was that I had too much imagination. That tickles me pink when I think about it now, because I've lived off my imagination and my wits for most of my life, and I bet I have more fun and better toys that most of the other kids from way back then, these days.
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