While ambling through Vinnies the other day, searching for a 'new' desk for my husband ("must be old, must not be a desk, must be oak, must be an orphan, must be precisely 1500x750mm, must have character"... I could go on with his list of criteria...) I came across a pile of old comic books lurking in the shadows. Hiding in there was this 1968 Superman Annual for $1! I couldn't resist it... literally... I walked away but then went running back like a filthy addict. My poor little boy is in danger of growing up thinking his bedroom is a portal to 1971!
Pretty cool though, don't you think? I love the colours, the smell of the pages, the use of fonts, the brilliance of comic strip formation. Maybe all the vintage paraphernalia that crowds Leo every night as he goes to sleep, will be an antidote to the hideous techno-worship I'm terrified he'll contract upon his 3rd birthday? Fingers crossed!
P.S. I found the perfect table (cough, "desk"). Photos to follow x
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