A Pretty Place to Blow Your Nose

Recently I have become a devotee of the handkerchief. I was given a box by my late Grandmother during my teens, presumably because firstly, I was beginning that passage to adulthood, and hankies are a proper thing for a proper man, and secondly, it's the sort of thing a Grandmother would give you isn't it?

Needless to say as an image conscious teen there was no way I was going to produce a handkerchief from my pocket in the middle of the school playground, gosh, how old-fashioned, how grandfatherly, I'm not a pensioner! This is the (by then ingrained and unconscious) line I took on handkerchiefs right up until my sudden, unexpected conversion.

So, what changed? I don't honestly know. One day it occurred to me that I'd been habitually putting two fresh paper tissues into my trouser pocket every morning before I left for work, and I'd come to realise that there was a considerable flaw with them, namely their propensity to become wet, mushy and well, disgusting. One morning I picked up one of the long-untouched squares of fabric from my sock drawer, slipped it into my pocket and that was that, hankies are now part of my everyday life.

Every so often I purchase up another pack of handkerchiefs and I now have a small range in different colours, patterns and shades. This leads me on to what is undoubtedly one of the greatest pleasures of the hankie - the ability to match or contrast one with your shirt or outfit. This is a wonderful little charm, something that appeals to a man with a sartorial pursuasion. It's also endearingly self-indulgent. Hankies are so small and they're hidden away, not shown off. Yes, they come out for a sneeze but essentially the only person who will appreciate the colour co-ordination will be the person who's pocket it is in. An indulgent pleasure indeed.

I do wonder whether the handkerchief is at all a popular item for the modern young man or whether I am cutting a lonely path through a world shared only with the old and middle-aged. With interesting design such as the hand-printed handkerchiefs of Thornback & Peel, pictured above, I can only assume that there are other like-minded people out there.