When you’re young you have different values so you don’t always notice the treasures that surround you. Twenty years later you might see things in a different light and the items that were taken for granted at the time start to become of great value for no particular reason other than the fact that you’re older (and hopefully wiser as well *wink*).
Sentiment might be the reason, perhaps you’d like to bring back the past, memories, a link to your childhood or the stories that are attached to a certain item or object. Me, I like really old things: old lettering, books, labels and package design. Objects that were once loved and used by their previous owners, objects that tell their own enchanting history.
Like the beautiful fifties tea set that I got from M. and W. or the tea cups and hundred-year-old books that I found at Greenwich Market. This time I found my treasures close by and I only needed to mention the fact that I absolutely adored the dark blue one and the brown one magically appeared… Hidden for years in the back of a cupboard.
To my surprise I was told that I could have them. Out came a few others but not as nice as these two which I chose. I just love the drawing on the blue one, it reminds me of fairy tales, cozy fireplaces and cold winter nights. The design of the brown one is just gorgeous simplicity, there’s (export) text on the sides in e.g. Chinese, Indonesian and Dutch.
Time is a strange concept that seems to add value to otherwise ordinary things…
Aren’t they cool?
I love the design! Chinese text on one side…
How sweet!
sweet post 
It’s true that when we are young we have different values. How I think with nostalgia about many things like greeting cards I received in the past when a kid and that I just threw away just to mention something trivial. Now I keep them all but many years had to go by for me to feel the charm of a greeting card or a souvenir or simple things that will one day become very very special
Would you believe me if I told you that I still have greeting cards from when I was age three? *LOL* Honestly… I kept some over time. I also have a letter that I wrote when I was six years old: I was staying at my aunt/uncle’s (my dad’s side) and sent my parents a letter with a drawing for them. Not sure what to do with it but I kept it safe all those years
Thanks for the visit Wen! Hope you’re good!