It’s my bedside bookmark tin of course! I thought I’d take you on a tour of some of its contents. I’ll begin with my most treasured ones…
It’s all in the family
My late mum was a huge opera lover, and kept a lot of her ticket stubs. These are two contrasting ones I use as bookmarks. I’m glad she didn’t pay as much for the production that was ‘OK’ – she was a great annotater of ephemera. (You can see more of my ‘Ephemera’ posts here.)
Then there are the bookmarks my daughter has made or bought for me on school and college trips. We have Da Vinci’s Last Supper from Milan, a Bonnard cat from a French trip, a Shakespeare one from Stratford, and one she made at primary school for Mother’s Day.
And the best of the rest…
From the top left, going clockwise:
- Ones I’ve bought: Vintage books from the Bodleian, a lenticular zombie girl, and cut off by the design sadly, a Stanley Spencer painting detail from a trip to Cookham.
- Promotional book ones. I went to the launch of the Unbound book about Alan Garner (in tracksuit), and I bet there are people who would buy the Folio one for their deluxe edition of Pratchett’s ‘Mort’ from me, which was sent out with the marketing leaflet.
- The Book Depository had a series of ten or so different bookmarks to colour in. I never managed to get a whole set, and then Amazon bought the Book Depository, so I stopped buying from them routinely.
- Posh labels from clothes shopping. When they put lots of effort into their labels, it seems churlish to consign them to the recycling.
- A miscellany of others, including on the left one from Barter Books in Alnwick, which I wrote about here.
Edited to add this one – how could I have forgotten my own publicity bookmarks from the times I’ve had a book stall at school fetes etc! One slipped into every book sold.
Do share some of yours!