Little Girl Memories

I’ve written before about my old collection of swap cards (aka trading cards). My mum, under the mistaken belief that because I no longer played with them that meant I had no interest in their fate, gave my entire collection to my cousins. I wasn’t happy when I found out, to put it mildly.

When I was a child, swap cards were a mad craze – I don’t know whether they simply disappeared from my horizon or if they truly went out of fashion. Recently I have noticed them making a reappearance in limited edition sets at craft fairs and cute boutiques. I purchased this half-dozen from Bob Boutique in Bendigo (where I also bought the bunny mask).

They aren’t a patch on my original collection – without being all rose-coloured and biased at all – but they do make me feel nostalgic. I’m not quite sure what to do with them though. I’ll probably end with giving them away to one of my nieces. How ironic. Little girl’s memories just do belong to little girls.