Intro
I entered middle age a few years ago...okay, a little more than a few. Our daughters are 28 and 26. After they left, I cautiously redecorated their bedrooms. I did the usual, donated "Lucky" brand jeans (left from 3rd grade) and stuffed animals to a local thrift store. Next, I threw away countless plastic bags from "The Gap" and other retailers. Some of them included various amounts of change, which of course I took as my housekeeping fee. Every $6.40 helps!
I slowly bought new furniture items that I liked - a futon and frame, small roll-top desk, area rugs and lamps. One room was starting to resemble my new "office" which would double as a guest room when necessary. One morning as I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard (and felt) a very large boom-crash. I cautiously walked upstairs to find the dust clearing and about half of the ceiling of my new room on the floor. Ah, the joys of owning an antique house...
Antiques and Family Heirlooms
Part of my problem is that I feel I need to be the keeper of the family "treasures." I love jewelry and it doesn't take up much room. Among many other delights, I have a hand-me-down ceramic vase that was reportedly appraised as "an important piece." Probably a euphemism for "$3.50." I don't know what to do with it. It's not really my taste, but I feel I can't sell it or give it away because it came from Grandma.
I'm having trouble getting the photo to download - it's stuck in an infinite loop, so you'll have to use your imagination. It is actually the colors of Thanksgiving, yellows and browns with white flowers painted on it. The glaze has a few little nicks in it that show through to the white ceramic underneath. Maybe I'll put some flowers in it and place it on the cleaned off dining table for our Turkey Day feast. Grandma would like that.
1 comment:
Oh I really liked this one!!
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