A request from @maddygirltravel although it won’t let me tag you!

Hopefully you see this! ((:

My mutt boy Draeko is OBSESSED with pink plaid, so of course his hankie is too 🥰

Hanging out with Levi while waiting for their substance abuse classes 🥹

Levi belongs to @thekinkyleopard

I have hankies from grandmothers and great aunts that are printed with flowers, seasonal themes, animals and birds. Some are brightly colored and I have even uncovered one plaid one.

Mother carried this one with its wide lace edge as a bride.

My grandparents who spent many winters in Florida brought souvenir hankies as gifts along with carved coconut "heads" for the boys and tiny bottles of orange blossom perfume for the girls. Of course they also brought back oranges and grapefruits and even small pots of tropical plants for Daddy's plant room.

My sister contributed these hankies that are printed with a view of some impressive houses along one of the canals that were built for boats and recreation.

We girls often tucked several handkerchiefs into our small purses. Our motto was "Carry one for Show, One for Blow and One for an Emergency."

I suppose that our handkerchiefs were less immediately hygienic than tissues that could be thrown away along with our germs, but washed and freshly ironed, these hankies could be used (and enjoyed) over and over and over again. No waste to be disposed of either.

Like, you expect me to use some sort of sandpapery shit that looks like someone poured hydrochloric acid on it and has been in the wash more times than I can feasibly count, or some disgustingly dry and disintegrating paper tissue that feels like my nose is being drained of nutrients like mistletoe on a dying tree.

While I have a buttery soft, perfectly flexible and odourless hankie, sitting right over my heart in a nice little folded shape?

almost at 200 followers 🙈🙈 very exciting hehe