My husband knows how much I love these beautiful old photo albums, so when he finds one in good shape he brings it home for me. He has some idea that one day he might find something wonderful hidden behind the photos. I think they are wonderful without any added hidden treasures.
They are treasures all in themselves.
I love the worn velvet of the covers and the beautiful brass hardware.
You can't find photo albums like this today.
The black and white photos contained in these fabulous old photo keepers are like magic.
They are reminders of days gone by.
Dressed in their finest.
I imagine how life was then.
Every picture tells a story.
This last photo is one that sits on a shelf in my dining room.
It's my parents on their wedding day and is one of my most special treasures.