Charming

Teddies and friends (circa 1960) rediscovered this afternoon at mum and dad's place.



The laminate board cover and thick pages of the Constance Wickham book have a familiar smell.



And I still like the look of the jam tarts.

My vintage childhood

Vintage Enid Blyton book collection

This is a public service announcement: you might want to check the cupboard / attic / shed / roof / under-the-house.

There's a phenomenon (natural, I'm told) occuring in spots where childhood treasures have been packed away. You see, I recently opened some boxes and all my toys and books had vanished.

In their place was something else altogether. Something from another era. Something that evoked a feeling of nostalgia. Something, quite possibly classified as collectible.


Vintage Lego people

I meant to warn my younger sister too. I really did. It looks like I was a bit too late. Look what I found at her place.

(She is quite possibly going to kill me for refering to her books and Lego as vintage)

Eye spy ... a collection

I am playing along with Cindy's Eye Spy meme each Sunday. This week the theme is Eye a spy ... a collection.



So may I present my (now vintage) swap card collection.



I wonder if you can pick which decade I collected these in?



Thank you to Cindy for hosting Eye Spy and also for letting me choose the theme this week. To discover more collections, head over here.

Vintage

I have borrowed a beautiful song book from my mum - we think it was my younger sister's. Mum used to play the songs from My first sing-a-song book on the piano for us. The book brings back lovely memories. I loved the songs ... and the colourful pictures more-so.



The illustrations are by Mary Blair. She worked on animated features for Disney Studios in the 1950s. Later she worked freelance: illustrating and colour-styling sets, murals and books, including some Golden Books which are still in print. Her work is distinctive, colourful and charming.

And 40-odd years on, almost certainly considered vintage. These days the song book itself, sells for a pretty penny on "antique" book websites.



It has got me to thinking. If treasured books and toys from my childhood are now considered vintage, er ... what does that make me?