My boss is funny in that he always complains about his fiancée hoarding 'so much vintage crap' (their house is filled as well as a storage unit) but he is just as bad. While she collects certain cute old things like figurines of cats and owls, woven lamps, toasters and shoes and books and baby clothes he's into machine parts, any sort of 'useful' junk and has a soft spot for anything from a time where pride and care was evident in the finished product. And things like this - an old photo album from the Netherlands of a girls' boarding school, find their way into his hands. I love the windmills and how every single girl looks like a tomboy. This is just part one, actually...
1 comment:
wonderful as always... you have the eye for the sweet stuff.
happy into the new year!
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