Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I snatched up a batch of these vintage cards, some seasonal , some scriptural, but all in excellent condition , at the flea market. I'm having buyers remorse because I left two-thirds of the lot there! What was I thinking. I'm very practical and I have to have a use in mind to buy something. So I rationalized to myself that I would use them in creating something, some art. And yet they are art in themselves. Every sweet last one of them. I could never alter them. So I shuffle through them and look at the beautiful colors and wish I had the whole lot of them even if it isn't practical and I can't "use" them for anything.