While most of my part of the world is all agog about SuperBowl Sunday, we slept through the afternoon lazily, just enjoying the time to relax. My back is giving me problems — and I always welcome the chance to recharge which I cannot do as leisurely as I can on weekdays. Lunch was at almost 4pm — thanks to Pizza Hut.
I had a most disturbing dream, though, about a favorite “niece” (although she is the daughter of a friend and not a blood relative). Stranger still, I was in Manila. Well, thinking of Manila is nothing new. Dreaming of it is. So I’m making a mental note to write my dear Evita later and ask how she’s doing.
I am also trying to get my creations going, so I sorted through a shoe-box full of odds and ends I had dumped together while cleaning up my work space. Sorting through the various head and eyepins (that little pin-like metal object that you string beads with) took the early afternoon. I tried to set aside the half-finished rosary bracelets I had as well which I hope to post in the shop after finishing them and photographing the pieces. By the time I finished, the sandman was calling. At my age, I’ve learned that it’s easier to just give in rather than fight it — and it’s more beneficial to me when I let myself take a moment to recharge by closing my eyes for a nap..
I’ve learned to embrace aging gracefully by acepting my limitations while trying to continue to live a productive life. While I have done rather poorly in terms of managing my weight, I console myself with the thought that that has been a life-long struggle for me. I’ll get to it yet, if only to try and prevent the onset of diseases relating to aging and weight gain. Something tells me my back problem is, in part, the result of the weight my spine has been punished with.
It’s getting dark outside as the sun is getting ready to set. The thin layer of snow on the ground is beginning to melt. It’s still freezing cold, and I just hope that’s all the snow we’re getting. I have never stopped to marvel how nature maintains a balance and the creatures outside seem to go on unaffected by the brutal cold, being that I can hear birds chirping outside as if it was just any other day.
My first month of Life 4×6 is done, but I’m pulling together the photos with captions and labels. I still haven’t quite decided how I will pull it into an album. The 12-photo spread of the regular albums really seems too big, but to go any smaller would mean doing more albums.
I had drafted an extensive post on this the last few days, but since I’m not quite done yet, I’ve held off. In due time.
Meanwhile, I’ve successfully slowed down on the ATC swaps. My friend CuriosaKat whom I had bumped into at a Postcrossing Philippines group on Facebook had suggested I join the group. It’s been a most interesting ride through the last 6 months and quite a learning experience. Postcard collecting and exchanges have changed radically in the past few years, and I’ve had my bumps and scrapes in returning to active trading but I think I’ve managed to get into a manageable rhythm now.
I gave Postcrossing a try, but to those used to the more defined method of collecting postcards, it can get tiring and costly without the satisfaction of acquiring that which you collect. It’s good if you are after volume, but I’ve been there, done that. It would have been something I would’ve embraced enthusiastically when I started collecting almost 30 years ago, but at this point, I want to confine myself to the particular collecting interests I have identified.
Volume is one way to find satisfaction in trades, and if the idea is for you to collect from every possible postmark or country, then Postcrossing is for you. But if you prefer to receive your postcards unstamped and “naked” in an envelope, then you’re better off with the private swaps or in swap forums like Swap-bot.com .
I participate in the swaps mostly to help me find a new home for the postcards I don’t need. New York is such a tourist haven that we can never have enough supplies of the so-called touristy postcards, but when you’re sending out to a select group, it makes it imperative that you get a little creative sourcing your postcards. It also gives me a chance to check out the different offerings for my own collection of “anything New York,” be it modern or vintage.
So what do I collect? Maps have always been of special interest to me, although even that particular collecting interest has been “refined”. Some postcard map collectors will accept street views as “map postcards”, and I used to include that in my collection. In fine tuning my “wants”, though, I have decided actual state or city or country maps which shows a land formation or routes instead of those implied by streets on a postcard were what I wanted.
To date, I have at least one map from each state (yes, even the more elusive ones), but I have come to discover that there are multiple variations to each state, not only terms of design, but also in size. So there are states which I have a half dozen different designs for. Even the Philippines where I come from has produced several map postcards, beyond the very first ones we used to trade in the 80s. I am still trying to find the time to photograph (as against scanning) the collection, but I’ve managed to upload a few in this album on my Flickr account.
If I were to identify which part of postcard collecting I find most fulfilling, I would have to say it’s going through my vintage postcard collection. Browsing the prices on Ebay makes me think of putting up my postcards on the auction site, but that is also what makes me want to keep them all the more.
Although my vintage postcard collecting interest is confined to Maps, Lighthouses, New York, The Philippines, Paris and the places we have visited (like Bruge and Brussels in Belgium and Chartres in France), I have somehow amassed a pile of other vintage postcards I need to find a home for. Soon enough. I just sent one I successful dated to a fellow postcard collector in Pampanga in the Philippines, something printed in the 30s. (!)
Collecting? Drop me an e-mail at my postcard collecting account aptly named firstname.lastname@example.org