Hi. My name is Kelli. And I'm a paper ephemera addict.
I have dozens of boxes stashed away, filled to the brim with scraps and bits and nonesense that I just can't bear to part with (even though I think the hubbers says he will never, EVER move them again) . The past few days I've been sifting through, amazed at the utter random-ocity of my collection.'
So naturally, I thought I'd share some of that with you.
Receipts, tickets, sugar packets, maps, a phone card, kinder egg leavin's - from Italy, London and Paris. No little detail was too mundane to overlook. Even the sugar seemed happier across the pond.
A high school friend and I used to swap plain folders during the classes we had together, and create complicated doodles for each other. We've since lost touch, but I kept my folders. I wonder if she has hers?
I buy old postcards at flea markets. Boring postcards. I love 'em. (Don't judge me.)
Train tickets from a summer class I took in Orvieto, Italy. Yeah, I went shopping in Florence. A lot.
One of the first photos I've ever taken with a manual SLR. High school beginning photo class!
A random polaroid from freshman year in college. I dont' know who this is, why I shot it or why I've since KEPT it, but there it is. But I do recognize that as the tangled mess of cords beneath my desk.
A page from a scrapbook I have virtually no memory of compiling. I recognize (vaguely) everything inside, but WHEN did I make this?? Creepy.
This is the stuff that makes me really happy. Each little scrap is a memory (if only a partial, fuzzy one....). It probably makes me a weirdo, but I'm comfortable with that. It's my freak flag, and I'll fly it proudly. : P
{ do you keep these kinds of things? }
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