I have a thing for it.
Whenever I see old French paper I have to stop to check it out.
Name cards, invitations, announcements...
Bits of history of a story once lived.
Menus from weddings, birthdays, baptisms, anniversaries...
Stacks that appear as artwork to me.
Ruth and I are like to peas in a pod... well not really. Ruth is twenty years younger than me or more, gulp. Her children are wee ones, mine are twenty some, one thing is we both have blonde hair and husbands who are French. We are "Lifers" in France. Ruth isn't a vegetarian, though she has a thing for textiles, creating and keeping. I have a thing for ephemera, stacking it a mile high, and selling.
Today we went to a dealer's home that I have known for years. He is retiring. Last weekend I bought a book from him that was dated 1739 from King Louis the 13th. It was one of the best things I have ever found. He invited me to come to his home as he knows I love old paper. I asked if I could bring the French Muse...
Photo via Lorna.
The amazing book I bought from the man I have called, "The Paper Guy" for years.
Books without covers, exposing a certain je ne sais quoi?
I told you...
Please tell me you flipped about something not human too?
Shelves, boxes, baskets, drawers FULL.
I doubt you can retire from that sort of passionate drive.
We all went home with more than we could carry.