In Britain, the practice of engraving a small coin as a token to give to friends and loved ones goes back for over 400 years. My mother had several, inherited from her mother, on a charm necklace. I remember the noise they made as she came down the nursery corridor to put me to bed. And the feel of the engraving, on the smooth, shiny surface between my fingers, as I touched these whilst falling asleep.
But people, those were expensive kinds of tokens, ones you were worried about wearing in case you lost them in that hideous Best Western hotel your CEO made you stay in.
So here’s a collection I came up with, so mightily affordable, they can be borrowed by the teenagers, shared with a seven year old or modeled by Banger (although I keep reminding him they are love tokens not dog tags).