I’ve been trying new ventures lately–everything from listening to jazz music to trying to teach myself skills like sewing (pray for me). One of the most recent interests I’ve developed is one in vintage fashion and keepsakes. I picked up a couple of items today at a vintage & antique store the saint and I visited for the first time (photo below).
Here’s a beautiful postcard (please forgive the bad lighting) that I may begin using as an end or starter card for my Author YouTube channel. In the upper right, I purchased my first vintage brooch. It has a lovely leaf design with a curled tip and is inlaid with (faux) pearls. It’s like a Hobbit going to a gala, am I right?
I sometimes feel I’m intruding into someone’s privacy when I read messages written on the backs of postcards. Here in pencil or pen, love is being freely given between people who are strangers to me; inquiries are made on another person’s safety and health. Everything is written in that eloquent cursive that I love so much. Oftentimes, the postcards are signed with older sounding names: Arthur, Edna, Beatrice, etc. (I made those up as examples, but you get my meaning). It makes you wonder: what happened to these people? Did their trip go well? How did they live? Where did they go afterwards? What did they struggle with in life? What were their wishes and dreams they thought about at night before drifting off to sleep?
As a writer, this can be a bit like lighting a match inside your imagination. Lots of ideas fly around and you can just sit in Wonderland and breathe in the air. The human story; endless possibilities.
Hope everyone is doing well. How’s your writing going? Cheers.
A.R. Clayton 