tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257404637777998811.post3638046332845710680..comments2024-03-18T22:16:32.495+10:00Comments on this brown wren: a small change: handkerchiefsSteph @ this brown wrenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06995522877057753122noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257404637777998811.post-17254446785669139922015-11-07T10:21:11.688+10:002015-11-07T10:21:11.688+10:00I've always had a hanky on me. I grew up with ...I've always had a hanky on me. I grew up with them and they became a bit of a security blanket so to speak. My teenage years were full of insecurity and I always held a hanky in my hand. It's amazing what you can do even with your hand full. Even today, many, many years later, I still have a hanky in my bra, I feel lost without it. I love them and my auntie has passed on many of hers when she realised I used them. Thank you for the reminder and lets face it, a tissue in the wash is agony! He,he! Have a, noticing the small moments week.xxLindanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257404637777998811.post-67365401604892744222015-11-06T12:16:43.406+10:002015-11-06T12:16:43.406+10:00Wonderful Steph! I have tried to buy less tissues ...Wonderful Steph! I have tried to buy less tissues this year but I will admit a box covered in Disney princesses did make the trolley last week (making me cringe at the success of advertisers preying on mums shopping with children no less!). Might have to hit the op shops tomorrow in search of some pretty additions. Joelle xJoelle Tiffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14458880660864306777noreply@blogger.com