An in-store display of handkerchiefs shaped like a swan. A textbook on mercantile decoration. v.3. 1913.
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An in-store display of handkerchiefs shaped like a swan. A textbook on mercantile decoration. v.3. 1913.
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Handkerchiefs
Someone who is acutely aware that their handkerchief is coated in pollen/sprayed with perfume/covered in fur/etc but chooses to use it anyways.
Maybe they have no other options. Maybe they need to keep this fit contained more than they need it to end. Maybe they care more about being polite than breathing.
Maybe they just like to watch you squirm every time they press the cloth over their nose and take a deep breath, gearing up for another sneeze.
One thing I love about historical snz is the way a sick person can just press their nose into the most elegant, dainty handkerchief. Maybe it has some lace trimming or the initials of the sick person (or even better, their SO), embroidered. It's made of fine cloth, soft, yet durable. And despite it being this tiny work of art, the sick character can't help but sneeze and sniffle into the soft folds of the handkerchief, seeking refuge and a moment of solace for their tormented nose.
Give the bunny a cold
Ok coldfuckers. I work on a paint crew and there are always rags floating around in various states of ruin/freshness. The rags are always getting abandoned/adopted/repurposed and wetted/dried with various substances. SOME PEOPLE BLOW THEIR NOSE IN THESE RAGS. So it is germ roulette.
That’s the post.
made some handkerchiefs out of scrap fabric and decided to have some fun with the monogram settings on the sewing machine