After Dad died, we had a rather protracted battle with his wife over "stuff". It was silly, really. What she wanted was money, and what we wanted was our mom's wedding dress and our baby pictures. (Why these things were so valuable to her escapes me, but I suppose they made for very good hostages, since we paid a hefty ransom for them.)
I moved everything from Phoenix to Hoosierville when Chrissy bought her house, and when she subsequently lost/left that house and then lost/left everything in the house in a storage warehouse I assumed that all of the stuff was lost with it.
The guest room here has always been just that here in CS1...a place for overnight guests. I used the closet for extra linens and things and thought that the left side was pretty empty except for one or two things of Mom's and Dad's.
Boy, am I happy I was wrong.
Stuffed in that closet from floor to ceiling was Mom's wedding dress, our baby pictures, stuff of Dad's, and more crap than I even knew we had saved! Here I had mourned the loss of all of these memories, and they were right under my nose the whole time!
(I am assuming, by the way, that my stupid sister moved all of this crap in here in the dead of night, since I haven't one clue as to how it all got here.)
Here's a pic of the thing that sent me straight into the ugly cry:
And on the back:
It says..."1966 - Awaiting baby (Connie Jo)" in my mom's handwriting.
And how about this:
This must be one of the last pieces Mom stitched. See how she started at the bottom and worked up a column using the sewing method?
I think I am going to send this for finishing after I get settled...maybe as an enormous pillow for a new Happy Chair?
OK, break time is over. I still have Christmas decorations, knick knacks, and everything on the walls yet to do today! Yikes!
Hope you're doing something fun and that you'll come tell me all about it!