Three young things came in the shop the other day, one of whom asked if we had handkerchiefs. His two friends laughed. Handkerchiefs divide the people, and I am under no illusion that I'm in the majority when I say I love them, but I told him so anyway.
I keep one or three in my bag at all times for the bike riding sniffles (it's getting colder) and for crying or in case of sticky hands.
I have a growing collection which exploded recently with a bundle from Pen. I had asked if she comes across them in her opshop travels. AHA! Instant collection. Here are a few of my favourites.
This horse was from Pene, and I love it too much to use NEIGH! The others are not above snot, and are mostly loved for their wrongness. I was never a fan of Mickey and Minnie even as a kid, but for some reason this pleases me no end.
And I love the idea of souvenir North Queensland handkerchiefs, blow your nose on this tropical paradise!
There you go. Apologies if you find them revolting.