Friends are priceless

Sometimes you just have to stop and be thankful, especially for friends, or even friendly acquaintances.

A couple of weeks ago, my friend Caroline presented me with this lovely handmade “treasure” book created by a lady who lives just outside our town by the name of Heather.

Each page is a story in and of itself. Some have bits of lace. Some have pictures cut out of other books and pasted in to create interesting patterns.

As you turn each page a new story emerges – something different to look at, something unique to read, every one a true treasure.

Some have bits of music, many have blank spots where one can capture memories or thoughts for posterity.

Looking through it is a different and tactile experience with the rough edges of the papers, the lace, the ribbons and ropes, torn linen ribbon to tie it shut.

Old buttons and old lace mark the binding.

Many of the pages have wee pockets and tags that you can pull out to read or, in some cases, write upon.

Tidbits of music, an old envelope, the whole book is nature themed and each page is an adventure.

Birds, bird bath, grasses and a tree, gently swaddled in more lace.

There are so many layers and textures making every touch a pleasant and tactile experience.

I’m grateful for the friend who gave me this book and for the patient lady who made it. It’s a wonderful keepsake for the many memories that are flooding my mind these days.