When I was a little girl, I lived in my mama’s hometown, Hotchkiss, Colorado. On my first birthday, I celebrated the day at my grandparent’s house, a small cabin situated on Roger’s Mesa. One of my gifts from my grandparents was a little piggy bank. It was a pig in a barrel. I still have that little bank, and it means the world to me. According to my mom, my grandparents fussed over this gift before they decided on this little guy. Sweet memories. Continue reading “The Piggy Bank”
Do you have a great grandmother’s lace doily? Or a grandfather’s beloved pocket watch? What gift do you possess that brings the past to life? Time to share about another favorite heirloom. Continue reading “Heirlooms”
My favorite things often have a story behind them and are usually handmade or discovered at a flea market.
Sitting on this shelf, this pretty little elf.
With her inquisitive stare, bright eyes, and pouty smile, this sweet little elf, dressed all in red, has always been one of my favorite heirlooms. This elf on the shelf beauty was a doll my mama received one year for Christmas when she was five years old. Continue reading “The Elf on the Shelf”