the other day i found a bag of stamps in a oppy…and behind it were another 4. Now, i’ve never collected stamps – i don’t really have any collection direction but i have a bit of a ‘rescuer’ thing. I think that most of what i buy ends up being piffed because of changes in taste (thanks whoever put the 80s style chandeliers in hard rubbish!) but there are other things that make me a little misty-eyed, like why has someone’s whole collection of elephant figurines landed in Vinnies? why isn’t there a granddaughter or niece who would appreciate it?
so i was kind of caught off guard with the 5-bags-of-stamps dilemma and i couldn’t not buy them – someone had painstakingly soaked off hundreds and hundreds of stamps and stored them for years (i’ve only had a peek in one bag but they seem to be from the 40s – 80s). The other thing that i love about it is that the woman (yes i made that up – i have no idea, but this person is a big letter writer) never put them in a book – just did the bit that didn’t cost any money – i like that.
i’m not sure why i bought them but i’m really looking forward to dividing them into countries…and if i find an upside down plane i’ll let you know.