It's definitely allergy season for me. I find myself constantly fishing through my pockets and purse for tissues. My allergies begin with tree pollen in March and work their way through the grasses and weeds of summer. I could go through a lot of tissues in these months.
Tissues are fine for colds, but for allergies (or a teary wedding), I prefer to use a handkerchief. I have two other hankies, one that my grandmother gave to me on my high school graduation, and another that my mom gave to me on a trip that we took together to New York. I'll some day hand these down to my daughters, as they hold special meaning to me.
While in the vintage district a couple of weeks ago, I saw many lovely items. This handkerchief caught my eye. I still have last year's birthday money and two year's ago Christmas money to spend on things for myself. Just a little memento from my day with my daughters.
Handkerchiefs are soft, never pill and make a mess in my purse, and last for decades. Using a handkerchief is one of those gentle reminders of days gone by.
