I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you all recently, every minute of my day has been filled up with ongoing work, but when I do get a couple of minutes to breath I find myself drawn to the nostalgia of childhood items where there were no stresses or worries and where time always seemed to stand still.
Puffin books (as I commonly call them) is one of my childhood memories. I know you can still buy Puffin books now, but I remember periodically getting the Puffin book list at school. The excitement of taking it home and pouring over all the books I wanted. Like with my two boys now, I don't resent spending money on books and my parents were more than happy for me to order a couple of books at the time.
When they then arrived (which seemed a life time) I used to smell them - there's something lovely about getting a new book and it being so crisp and untouched. Unfortunately most of my Puffin books went - but I still have a few and jump on them if I see them in charity shops.
If the book is interesting, it's a bonus - I'm attracted to the fact that it's a Puffin book and the memories they evoke.
Fuzzy Felt is another childhood memory. I used to spend hours and hours creating all sorts of scenes with it. Who would have thought that a few bits of felt stuck onto a board would bring pleasure 60 odd years since it was first bought out.
In times of stress and pressure, what do reflect on?