Last week I was lucky enough to spend a few days in Maine visiting relatives. A trip to Maine isn’t complete without an hour or two at an antique mall, but I don’t have room for many cool knickknacks in my little apartment, so I usually go home empty handed. This time I was smart and headed for the boxes full of antique postcards. I managed to take home three extra special ones for a song.
I can’t wait for 2012 to get here, because then I can wish someone the most terrifyingly happy new year ever!
Here’s another New Years card from Europe that’s bursting with unusual symbolism. Nothing says Happy New Year like mushrooms, clovers, and cannons, right?
(My dad interpreted the mushrooms to be champagne corks, which makes more sense. But boy, they do look like mushrooms, don’t they? And I saw clovers on several New Years cards, so I’m thinking that’s a European thing? Either way, I still think this card is creepier than the sum of its parts.)
And lastly, what’s more lucky than a dismembered piece of rabbit? How about a disturbingly illustrated one?
I’m really looking forward to someone’s next job interview, or maybe marriage. Good luck!