Have you ever heard about the famous Russian dolls? I’ll tell you something about them…
The Russian doll, called Matryoshka doll, is a set of wooden dolls, with the same style, but diffenet in size, so they can all fit one into another. It is a part from the Russian tradition, and Matryoshka actually is a diminutive form of the first name “Matryona”.
Traditionally, the first layer is a woman, that is dressed in a long and shapeless traditional Russian peasant jumper dress , called sarafan. The figures inside the doll may be either man or wife, and it represents a typical Russian family, and the smallest piece of the set is a baby doll.
The dolls are always connected to a certain theme, which is connected to the Russian culture, like the Soviet Leaders theme, or a Russian Fairy-Tale. The Matryoshka doll is also knows as the Babushka doll, and “babushka” means grandmother in Russian.
Thanks to Lana from postcrossing, I got this amazing card. I remembered the days when I had a set of these dolls, and it was a Russian family, with a grandma and grandpa, mom and dad and a small baby, and I used to play so much with them. Now it is rare to find them in Macedonia.
Annemarie sent me this postcard of a fairy, I think, and that fairy is fixing her wing. This is one of the many reasons why I love postcrossing (NL-3358563).
There was one little girl that dreamed with her eyes open. She believed everything is possible, and therefore, she was always happy. People would stare at her and just wonder how it is possible for someone to be always happy and never to have a sad face. It was because she was a dreamer. She believed in happiness. She made happiness. She made herself wings and believed she could fly. And yes, she did fly, and people would wonder again how she did it. But she was already up above, enjoying the view while she flew.
One day, it all changed. There was this terrible storm and this strong wind, and one of her wings broke. She fell down and she couldn’t fly. It hurt her so much. Not the wing, but the fact that she couldn’t be up again, flying, among the birds, among the planes, among the clouds and the blue sky. She cried a lot, and her happiness was not here anymore.
She saw the sun the next day. And she wanted to be close to the sun so much. People expected her to be unhappy again, but no, there she was, fixing her broken wing, singing songs and smiling, laughing even. She was happy again, and she believed. She did believe she could fly again, and this time nothing could stop her, nor people, nor storms.
I saw her a while ago. She was flying and waved at me. I smiled, because I knew she was happy. I always knew she always be happy. Because she’s a dreamer. And she never gives up.
I received something very unusual. It was a brown envelope and when I opened it a brochure came out of it and The Great Crane Postcard. I honestly don’t remember how I applied for this, or how it came to me, but I am so glad it did!
The 5 x 7 inch origami crane is a 3-color silkscreen print signed, numbered, and printed by hand at Neat & Keen Studios by John Everett Morton in DeKalb, IL. While 1000 is quite a bit for a limited edition print, it relates to the Japanese tradition of folding 1000 origami cranes in return for good luck or one wish granted.
One of my favorite postcards. Not because it’s from reddit. Or because it’s large. It is from Singapore, from /u/duosharp, but the fact that makes her special is how the artist showed the production of ceramics in a single picture.
Look at this everyday life. Isn’t it amazing? When you drink tea and sit in your comfortable chair at home, next to the fireplace, do you think who made those tea pots and ceramic tools? No, I haven’t though about it, either. But now I did. This postcard had the power to make me see how much effort people put in stuff everyday. Not only to make a tea pot, but to make a lot more stuff, touchable and untouchable, that we don’t even realize.
It made me think that today, I drove my sister to her handball practice, and it doesn’t mean anything, not to me, not to her, but if that didn’t happen, she would have missed practice. If the people didn’t make the tea pot, maybe we wouldn’t have been drinking tea today, eh?
Duosharp, thank you for opening my eyes with a single postcard. Each postcard has such power. We only need to see it 😉