
ON THE 9TH ANNIVERSARY WE MUST
HONOR THOSE WHO LOST THEIR LIVES SO NEEDLESSLY,
PRAY FOR AND REMEMBER THEIR FAMILIES,
AND CELEBRATE THE HEROES
OF THE WORST TRAGEDY ON AMERICAN SOIL.
MAY GOD BLESS AMERICA
AND ALWAYS KEEP US FREE.....
I love to surround myself with treasures from the past. They remind me of my favorite people, my favorite things, and especially my favorite moments in time. All of these memories have helped me become the woman I am today. I hope to pass some of these memories down to my own children, and their children too. Some will be by means of memories shared, and some will be treasured heirlooms from my past.
I've always kept a family album of old photographs, some are now yellowed with age. Some of the faces I remember from long ago. Others I think I only imagine remembering, from looking at them so many times. There are weddings and births, laughing voices and forever romances recorded in these images. They are moments that live on because I remember. One day, because my girls will remember too. There will be new photos added and new memories to share. But the memories will live on in the photos captured.
One of my most cherished pieces is Dad's old pocket watch. The hands of time are still moving, although a little slower than before. I remember him pulling the watch from his pocket so many times. The case rubbed smooth from use. A quilt that my mom started many years ago, the blocks intricately stitched and wrapped in tissue, now in a special box, waiting to be finished. Her fingers now lie still, but I remember the long chats we had while she stitched her beautiful designs. Having these treasures nearby makes me feel like she and Dad are still near.
Even the heirlooms and antiques I find at the flea market have special meaning for me. The old ornate frames, once holding a majestic oil painting, now hold family photos. One or two, fitted with mirrors and reflecting new memories within the walls of my home. A favorite collection of antique silver spoons, sitting out in a china spoon holder, each graceful design, elegantly unique.
A quilt, draped over a favorite chair, worn in spots with age, inspires me to imagine the garments the squares of fabric came from. When my own family comes for dinner, I set the table with my mother's favorite tablecloth and china, and as we share our meal, favorite childhood anecdotes and stories, entertain us all. It seems fitting to share my cherished memories with my children and grandchildren, while creating new ones of our own. I hope they will mingle together and continue to be passed down for generations to come.
Visiting the shops at Make Mine Pink will fill you with nostalgia. Many beautiful products, rich in history, and waiting to be added to your own collection of cherished heirlooms and antiques.It seems like just a few weeks ago that I was awakened to the sweet melody of a robin cheerily singing it’s good morning greeting outside of my bedroom window. I knew spring had arrived, and the first of many feathered friends had arrived with that message. Spring and all of it’s glorious wonders was finally within reach. A time for new beginnings and rebirths.
As spring made passage into summer, the bird feeder just outside the kitchen window has been aflutter with activity. The trees that line the yard, a symphony of color and song. Brightly colored bluebirds and streaked song sparrows, flit between tree branches and perch carefully among the leaves. Serenading each other with love songs, others chirping loudly for attention from the lovely serenader.
Nests are built in every unclaimed corner. Under the eaves of neighboring homes and suspended from the tips of tree branches. Hanging baskets and old planters, a place that now becomes home.
No matter where we live, or what the season, our feathered friends inspire accessories and decor that create eternal springtime in our homes.
Beautifully reclaimed needlepoint, lovingly brought back to life and boasting the most divine of our feathered friends, adorn your favorite seating area. Bird cages, once used to house the most majestic of our feathered friends, now repainted and holding favorite plants or candles. Birds nests tucked carefully upon our shelves, filled with tiny eggs so delicate, they could almost pass for the real thing.
Perhaps we invite into our homes the same birds we see each spring as a reminder of all that’s fresh and new. A time for new beginnings, like the arrival of spring.
Please visit the boutiques at Make Mine Pink for ideas and inspiration about moving your feathered friends indoors, for a feeling of spring all year long.