Discovering Shopping Lives, a blog which simply concerns itself with found shopping lists, has had quite a profound effect on me. It was possibly intensified by a chat with my sprightly neighbour (age 76) and her quaintly old fashioned view of life. She talked of going into town to get out of the house and how meeting or visiting friends takes up a good part of the day. She lives alone in the house she was brought up in which was bought as a new build by her father in the 1930s.
Just like the author of Shopping Lives I wonder about the lives of the writers of shopping lists and can't help but think that many must belong to ladies who were raised in a different era. My Grandmother would not dream of going shopping without a list and one of her collection of shopping bags.
Then today in a charity shop I discovered a little thing that I felt was so poignant and representative of these ladies of the past that I had to buy it for the princely sum of 1p. It's no secret that I have a love of buttons: jars of buttons, tins of buttons, small wooden drawers filled with buttons so a button attached to a tiny hand written note was a complete delight.
Are there little things that you notice that the rest of the world simply pass by?