Stickers

"When I write my will, I'm going to leave all my stickers to you." Such are the words uttered by my dear sister as she stood at my door, after I explained that I was studying for exams on the area that regulates formalities of will making. 

Truth is, I still love stickers, like many other eccentricities from childhood. I'm not one to forget who I was, but my tastes have changed over the years. I used to like bulky and squishy stickers, but now I prefer the ordinary and flat ones, such as flowers, with mellow autumn colours, attaching rustic and antique vibes wherever found pasted strategically.

I have this container which normally people use to put their cotton buds. I've sneaked it from the pantry and now it sits daintily on my table like the treasure chest it is to me. Sometimes I take them all out to admire and shuffle them like cards, swapping the most precious one towards the bottom so that I never accidentally use it. 

When we were younger, I used to spend Friday nights swapping stickers with my sister. We would lay on the floor, practising the old barter system of negotiating, how many 'ordinary' stickers in exchange for one 'special' one. I still have that file which I used as a 'purse', containing the stickers that was our 'currency'.

Does anyone else likes stickers?

(Tortoise)
My treasure chest.