Mmm secondhand bookstores. The thrill of wandering through them will never wear off for me - it is like an endless mounting of anticipation for the perfect find - whatever that may be.
Let's be honest, sometimes I have a low bar, and get pretty overexcited by the littlest things. But on this day, I stumbled upon some incredibly fabulous comics from the humble decade of my birth - les annees 80s.
They were so old that the advertisements were peppered with adjectives like 'ace' and 'radical' - I could almost feel my old fluoro scrunchies and felt a vague longing for my hologram slapband as I flipped through the pages.
But nothing says 'upcycle' like old comics, so I present to you the newest mini envelopes to appear in the shop! I know, I know, but I've gotten over tearing up books and atlases because I think that I'm giving them a new life. Or that they can then go and give other people little bits of happiness in the form of a letter. Fly, my pretties, fly!
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