After all my protestations about making vintage art which isn't brown, I seem to have slipped back a bit here! It started with this gorgeous grungey brown paper and sort of went from there. Somebody gave me a pack of vintage rub-ons for my birthday, and this postcard was one of them. Before I knew it I was back in full brown mode again. Sorry, I can't help it.
There's a story here of this lady who is waiting for her fiance to return from the Great War. She's actually quite tired of waiting for him (which she feels she has done rather a lot of) in fact she's not even sure she can remember his face any more, or why she agreed to marry him, particularly when he doesn't write very often and then only a postcard.
However, she's hoping that when he finally does come back it will all make sense, because it would be such a shame to waste the gorgeous trousseau building up ... especially the silk undies.