Fuchsias remind me of Ireland, where I first saw them. Yesterday, we got two small ones along with herb and tomato plants. I love their brilliant colors and intricate blossoms.
Thinking of travel memories, I’ve been wondering what do with old postcards. Do you save postcards, too? What do you do with them? What do they mean to you?
I could simply sort and display my collection in clear scrapbooking sleeves, or bind same-sizes ones into a book. That might involve punching holes or altering them, which might work for the blank ones. But those with correspondence are special. Originally meant as a cheap, disposable souvenir, a travel postcard evokes memories of those who sent them. With people writing and mailing fewer letters and cards, these old cards become personal historical documents.
What if I began integrating them into art journals, theme books, or stitching them to stretched canvas? What if I began mixing them into different projects instead of placing them together? They could evoke an active and interactive role rather than passively sitting together. They could spark journal entries full of memories.
Like the fuchsia plants did yesterday.
