Sunday, January 27, 2008
One of the postcards I prepared for sale this morning was this one. The Language of Perfume. It’s not in very good condition and has a non divided back so I guess that it’s pre 1903.
If you’d like to send the right perfume at the right time, this is what to send:
Lilac: First love
Heliotrope: Love me as I love you
Clover: You bring good luck
Violets: You are virtuous
Roses: Your beauty captivates me
Iris: You posses my heart
Carnations: Believe that I am faithful
Lily of the Valley: Reborn
Mimosa: I only think of you
Honeysuckle: A gentle kiss
Cut hay: Your memory pleases me
Corn Mignonette: Don’t leave me!
Rob has just reminded me that today is Saint Angela’s day, so a postcard with flowers and perfume is appropriate for my ‘Fête’!
(If this one doesn’t sell it will find its way into my personal collection)
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
This brave young man, Robert Martinet* was to later lose his life as a pilot in the first world war. Thanks to men like him we fly from destination to destination in relative comfort and safety. He and his friends climbed into fragile planes never really knowing if they would land safely at the end of their flights.
*A Martinet is a bird, a swift in English. He had the right name