My brother inherited our parents’ house after they passed away, and he has been steadily excavating through the piles of stuff they stored in the basement. (We’re finding out now that my parents apparently saved EVERYTHING.) He recently came across a “treasure trove” of my stuff and packed what would fit in a box and sent it to me. Although he called it “a big box of your crap,” I think a better word might be “a big box of blog fodder.” I thought it would be fun to write a series of posts about these “treasures” from the past. Previous posts featured my homemade Rolodex, my high school wallet and my personal flair. This time out, we’re taking a look at patches.
Apparently, at one point in my life I collected patches. Since they are not attached to anything, I guess I just collected them for fun. Actually, the source of most of my patches was other Girl Scouts. When you went to scouting events, you often brought patches from your council/troop to give to other Girl Scouts. Since I was a Girl Scout up until high school, I collected a lot of patches. Here is a photo of a small sampling of them. (Note: I didn’t want to take the time to lay them all out, so there is a rather big pile on the left that you can’t really see. But trust me when I saw that there are more patches in that pile than anyone should really have.)
Pretty fancy patches, aren’t they? Nice and colorful and professional looking. Now let’s take a look at the patches that I gave out when I exchanged with other Girl Scouts.
Do you notice a slight difference in quality? Apparently, lacking either funds or filled with a “can do” attitude, I decided to make my own patches. Yes … these are iron-on patches that I made myself with some kind of fabric paint. The trees are supposed to represent the Pine Barrens in southern New Jersey. I’ve also portrayed the ocean of our fair state. (Cue sarcasm nusic now.) I’m sure the other girls were so happy to receive this patch, I’m sure it was worn with pride, I’m sure more than a few people saw this patch and thought “You know what, I’m going to take my next vacation in New Jersey. It looks gorgeous there.” It is a wonder I was not asked to head-up a tourism campaign for the state.
So now, when I tell you that I’m not an arts and crafts type of person, perhaps you will believe me.
Next up in the series: proof of my canoeing prowess!