Dear Amie, how simply lovely! lovely. It is so nostalgic, and again, the simplicity, and the depth, worlds are understood. I teach scrapbooking courses along with other courses, and as I was reading, I see the scraps become books, the illustrations celebrated, those precious memories kept so carefully. Thank you!
Such a vivid image! I was especially moved by the line, “...a battered Bonwit Teller hatbox adorned with violets, filled with yellowed lace and photographs...” The rhythm of that phrase is kinetic
I can totally relate to the bittersweet task of sorting through saved mementos. It brings up so many unasked questions, and the dilemma of what items to save.
I remember them well--and NOT sewing. Mom was the seamstress. I sucked!
I remember old Butterwick patterns...
Wow!!! A poetic view of the contents of an attic - and past lives!! Thank you!!! ❤
Dear Amie, how simply lovely! lovely. It is so nostalgic, and again, the simplicity, and the depth, worlds are understood. I teach scrapbooking courses along with other courses, and as I was reading, I see the scraps become books, the illustrations celebrated, those precious memories kept so carefully. Thank you!
Such a vivid image! I was especially moved by the line, “...a battered Bonwit Teller hatbox adorned with violets, filled with yellowed lace and photographs...” The rhythm of that phrase is kinetic
I can totally relate to the bittersweet task of sorting through saved mementos. It brings up so many unasked questions, and the dilemma of what items to save.
This post was totally up my alley! I love thinking of scraps as amber. Gorgeous, as always!