I love old paper! The color. The graphics. The type. The crumbly deterioration.
To me, all of these qualities combine to create a thing of beauty. Something that I could sit and look at for hours. Or simply frame to hang on the wall as art.
I'm very lucky that exquisite examples of old paper such as this receipt book from 1884 find their way into my life. My friend Cathy gifted me with this one.
The best part is the faint, but still visible, words penciled onto the cover. Cucumber. Pickle. Possibly written as many as 130 years ago by someone. Somewhere. For some reason we will never know.
Cucumber. Pickle. A sweet, sweet mystery.
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