My home is small…barely 1200 square feet. So, everything in it is well thought out. At this stage of my life little changes, but if something comes in then something usually has to go out. On Mother’s Day, I received an antique Tiffany-style lamp. It will replace an older Tiffany-style lamp that I knocked over while changing my draperies and have just watched it slowly deteriorate…top caving in and pieces falling off. The dragonflies are still gorgeous though and likely the reason I haven’t parted with it. The saleslady at the antique shop gave me the business card for a lady who repairs them…we’ll see.
I love my books because they hold stories and history, stories and history I do not want lost. One might get the idea that I live in a tiny museum but that isn’t the case. I love beautiful, joyful things that dance in the light, and things that reflect who I am and what I hold dear. So, some things are old, and some things not so.
Above all, I think what I hold most dear are the things my grandchildren leave behind…their photos, the toys they love, the books they love, their artwork and, of course, their notes to grandma.
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