You and I both know what it is, but I have been hesitant to actually use the “c” word. Collection. It sounds so… well… bulky. And insistent. Like a person has to devote energy to finding these items. However, I have a feeling these will find me.
Besides, these are just delicate little bits, designed to be tucked away inside a pocketbook. How bulky can they be, afterall?
Admittedly, I’ve been buying them for awhile here and there. I can’t say these are the first hankies I’ve purchased. No, no, no, that would be a lie. I’m sure at some point or other I’ve even put photographic evidence to the contrary here on the blog.
I’m like that. Never smart enough to keep my shameful secrets to myself. I don’t know why, but I have always been inclined to air my dirty laundry – on in this case my pretty hankies.
It was a natural progression for me to start gathering these in earnest, given my penchant for linens. And what are they but another kind of linen?
Just a wisp of beauty, glimpsed fleetingly while doing their work. They’re oh so lovely… Bits of lace and embroidery… So sweet… So feminine…
What is not to love, after all?