Sunday, November 02, 2008
The other day, as I was making dinner, I looked at this corner of my house and noticed the volume of items with sentimental value residing here was larger than I'd ever realized.
On the stove I have a pitcher holding my wooden utensils that was a gift from my oldest sister on (I think) my 18th birthday. As long as I've had my own kitchen, it has housed these items in that same spot on the stove, from apartment to house to apartment to house to apartment to house and finally, here. Home. (we moved a lot)
Above that is a trivet resting atop the stove. My mom had it hanging in her kitchen from as far back as I can remember until they just redecorated a couple of years ago. I snatched it out of the thrift store box. I remember knowing it was supposed to be funny but not understanding why. It reads: "I'm the boss in this house and I have my wife's permission to say so." And now, my kids read it, know it is supposed to be funny, but don't really understand why. I love it!
Above, again, another item from Mom's kitchen, the spice rack. On the shelf is a wooden decoration of a barrel of apples my mom bought for me at Hobby Lobby the year did our second tree for The Festival of Trees.
The trivet hanging on the wall was given to me by my friend Michelle (as my daughters would say, total BFF). She found it at a thrift store. It gets used a lot.
The two plates on the wall were camping plates that belonged to my great-grandparents. She is the grandmother after whom my mom named me. I love the chipped enamel. I love that they remind me of how much Mom loved her nanna.
In the shadow box frame I hung a towel that was embroidered by my mom when she was all of eight-years-old. Also in the frame is a little tea strainer that was a gift to me from an old lady I very much loved. She and I graduated from the same high school 80 years apart. My oldest daughter is named for her.