When I was a little girl, my Mum used to say that my pocket money could "kittle": I don't know if this is a local word, or just a family word, but it means that she thought it could reproduce on its own; and it was her way of saying she had noticed that I was a good saver. When The (Not So) Small One was a little girl she liked to work her pocket money hard; and because she was always trying her best to spread what she had round all the many things that caught her eye, she started getting interested in the coins themselves.
Holding them in her hand, sorting the shapes. Sometimes she would discover in her spare change that a foreign coin had slipped through, and this never bothered her. She understood that she wouldn't be able to spend it. But its difference made it desirable, and she saved it up, put it in a special jar and called it her "obbley-dobbley" money, and that was probably a mixture of "odds and ends" and "bit and pieces". She liked to spread it all out and enjoy the subtle differences.
So she was beside herself with excitement when we arrived at Blists Hill Open Air Museum - about four years ago now - and discovered that there was a bank which would change all her modern day spend-it-in-the-gift-shop money into old money. Old money? That would be shillings, and the like. She queued up, she handed over her pocket money and in return she received a big handful of coins, ready to spend as she went round the museum. Of course, as she queued, her dad couldn't resist a quick run through exchange rates, via inflation and over to the Sotck Exchange, but let's leave that for now: it took long enough the first time round....
...though maybe that's a little unfair. Because last night, complete coincidence, she started talking about how much she had saved for this year's holiday, and how the exchange rate might have shifted by the time we get to the summer. Maybe she did take in what he was saying. One thing's for sure: she has never forgotten the day she finally got to spend some funny money.
This seemed like the perfect subject for a Get It Scrapped page using a sprinkling of embellishments. Thinking about that bank, I couldn't get out of my head an image of Mrs Olsen in Little House on the Prairie, striding through town on her way to bank the shop takings, so this layout ended up a little bit Cowboy Victorian, with some lace and velvet ribbon for her bonnet and a wood siding background. I did cut out a few more "£" signs, but in the end decided less was more. I'm glad I made her pose for a picture with those coins. because, of course, she had to swap them back when we came back ..to the future.