Into the apothecary jar holding sea shells from South Padre Island, (where we vacationed with sister Jane, who winters near there) I slipped a vintage pic of dad holding me as a baby.
I love that my home reflects what is meaningful to me. And isn't that the ideal we nesters shoots for?
1 comment:
I really like your vignette. It is beginning to make me realize that I need to get out those old pictures from under my bed and begin displaying them. My only draw back is that I am afraid that the sunlight will cause them to fade. I do love seeing photos of my parents who have passed on. I know that these pictures have much meaning to you. They look great!
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