And Still My Pants Don't Fit

Have been doing fairly major re-org of postcard and ephemera collections: one immediate result has been to fall in love with trade cards all over again.  I tend *not* to fetishize them--or at least not as much--as p-cards, anonymous photos, tintypes, etc.  Perhaps because trade cards seem so 'American,' for the most part.

Yes, these *might* be my pants--or those of Chris Christie: you decide.