The one with the balls I got at MOMA in San Francisco and the one with the violets I got from my grandmother Elsa. She has a box of cards, just like me. Or: me like her. Of course I got the "collecting cards from museums" from her. And I did not steal the card from her box, she let me have the ones I liked. Just like grandmothers are supposed to do!
Friday, January 15, 2010
Inspiration!
Going to museum shops is one of my secret hobbies. I like to get fun, beautiful, inspiering postcards. For years and years I just kept them in a box. Until now. I picked out a few and stuck them around our bedroom door. Next week I might show a totaly different collection...
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