Funny some of the items started here in New York and moved to Vienna Austria while others started in Paris, France where my mother grew up and my grandmother escaped from the Russian revolution.
Now I am slowly able to go look at the stuff that we store up in the attic. Alot of stuff I am using as our tastes were similar.
I am having a hard time trying to sort through the stuff. It makes me feel like I am throwing a piece of my mother away. Almost like she did not exist. Until I came across this photo.
I am definitely crafty and a do it yourselfer and thought WOW what a great idea. I can use this to preserve some of her stuff and then throw out or give away the rest. This way I can look at it and reminisce.
Thought I'd share this tidbit and maybe it can help someone else like it did me.