inherited

usually the cast-offs my mother sends my way end up in storage. but not these. When she was a little girl, 8 or 9 years old, her mother allowed her to join a book-of-the-month club. She felt very privileged, and I like to imagine her anticipation each month, waiting for the latest selection to arrive. A voracious reader in my own childhood, I devoured every book that came my way. And I love having these to display.

tucked inside one of the books was an invoice and also a teaser for the next month. all very official looking.  and old.