There are three souvenirs in particular that I especially like, one from each country we visited. First, from a marvelous stall at Covent Garden in London, three antique wooden "ex libris" blocks:
|I don't know who James Hoy is; but if ever I am going to be inspired to write a YA novel that rockets me to fame, it ought to be by finding an antique woodblock bookplate with a mysterious dedication in London, am I right?|
Despite my drawer full of stamping supplies, I don't have the right materials to properly use them. These were the best results I could get:
Not a problem, though, for they will be hung on the wall in my library soon.
The market next to the Church on the Spilled Blood in St. Petersburg gave me my favorite Russian souvenir. Dad found a stall selling art prints, and I took to one artist in particular. After much deliberation, I wound up with this piece:
And, as is appropriate with any art with exposed breasts, I hung it in my front hallway.
My home teachers' response: "Oh. You got a new painting? It's... nice."
They liked my third souvenir better, although they still did not admire it nearly as much as any of these items deserve. This last purchase came from Nouez-Moi, a store in Paris which is apparently well-known for linens. I did not buy sheets, but I did buy a red lacquer ocean-themed tray:
I love it.
I can help you with those bookplates. ;)ReplyDelete