Chatting at the Sky writes:
"It has to do with a real life Tuesday...The 24th, to be exact. I hung my camera around my neck and decided to document the day as it happened: the messy, the lovely and the unexpected."
"So what was an ordinary, regular day is now a sweet memory I want to keep. I wondered about all the other ordinary Tuesdays passing by and decided not to let them go without at least a little reflection. What about you?...One thing we all collectively realize is that what seems everyday today will not be so tomorrow. And so we pause. Join us?"
Deciding not to let another ordinary Tuesday pass by unkept, I grabbed my camera, took a few pauses of my day to unwrap my reflections, found an ordinary object in my home that showed a glimpse into the heart of my home and, by documenting it with a photo, I turned it into something extra-ordinary.
Amidst "the messy, the lovely and the unexpected" I unwrapped "the gift of the everyday" and found one "sweet memory I want to keep.":
"It has to do with a real life Tuesday...The 24th, to be exact. I hung my camera around my neck and decided to document the day as it happened: the messy, the lovely and the unexpected."
"So what was an ordinary, regular day is now a sweet memory I want to keep. I wondered about all the other ordinary Tuesdays passing by and decided not to let them go without at least a little reflection. What about you?...One thing we all collectively realize is that what seems everyday today will not be so tomorrow. And so we pause. Join us?"
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Deciding not to let another ordinary Tuesday pass by unkept, I grabbed my camera, took a few pauses of my day to unwrap my reflections, found an ordinary object in my home that showed a glimpse into the heart of my home and, by documenting it with a photo, I turned it into something extra-ordinary.
Amidst "the messy, the lovely and the unexpected" I unwrapped "the gift of the everyday" and found one "sweet memory I want to keep.":
This framed doily was made by my husband's maternal grandmother: Memomma. She crocheted countless ones for all her daughters, granddaughters, granddaughter-in-laws, and greats. One Christmas my mother-in-law had her make four doilies and had each one framed for her four daughter-in-laws. She matched the color to our living rooms at the time.
In this heriloom piece upon my wall is a piece of Memomma, a piece of Bass, a piece of Girlinghouse, a piece of history, a piece of family, a piece of memory.
I only wish I had four more so that, as each of my children marries and moves out of my home into their own, I could send them off with a piece of love from Memomma...a piece of love that would smile upon their homes...a piece that would help their new walls to talk.
This is so dear. I love it. Thank you for sharing this sweet gift with us.
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