We bought the Tahoe Pier picture at the art gallery the Spouse Thingy displays in; same with the centerpiece, a tree of life hand-wired by an artist he also works with at the hospital. A friend painted the picture in the upper right; my father-in-law made the massive clock, and it's one of the few things I would miss if something happened to the house.
That doesn't mean I don't treasure them all, because I do. That's why they're in this room, where I can easily see them.
The mantle is narrow, maybe two inches. But everything on it is special, things made by friends or their kids, things loved ones hoped I would enjoy. The little kitties and books were actually part of a game, but I wanted them here. There's a cork bear made by the daughter of a 3 Day team mate and it always makes me smile. Ornaments and a bookmark made by another friend's daughter.
They're all tiny things that in someone else's house I might overlook.
Except maybe Spock dancing with a Dalek. I think I would notice that anywhere.
In another month, some of those things will be moved to the other side if the room so that we can decorate for Christmas, but they'll still be where I can see them.
We moved the furniture back into this room because of Max, so that he would have use of the fireplace--he won't lounge in front of it unless someone is in here--but I'm glad we did. I couldn't see these things from the other room, and honestly, I missed it all.
Just one of those "huh" kind of things that sometimes cross my mind.
It really is the little things...
1 comment:
You still have the pic!
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