|My mom embroidered this picture for my grandparents back in 1980 for their anniversary. I love it so much.|
|The front bedroom in my grandmother's house -- after my sister had cleared a path down the center.|
|My brother-in-law, sister, me, and my husband on that glorious last day of work.|
|Those blue rubber gloves were my best friends, even when holding treasures like these.|
|Anything looks gorgeous in jadite bowls, vaseline glass containers, and vintage measuring cups.|
|My new fabric cabinet which once belonged to my great grandfather. It's topped with an old typewriter we found in the studio apartment behind the house. These are by far my two favorite items that I brought home with me.|
For the last decade of her life, my grandmother never left her house more than a handful of times. She couldn't leave her treasures unprotected, she said, and it broke our hearts to watch her become a prisoner within the walls of her own home. It could have all been so different. She could have been out spending time with her family, playing with her great grandchildren, and making some wonderful memories during her last years here on earth. Instead, she spent her days guarding dusty mounds of glass, paper, metal, and wood.
I have drawn my own line in the sand. It ends here. And may I add that this includes fabric hoarding. It's time to break it all out of the cabinet and start using it. What am I saving it for? Why not enjoy it while I can? I need to stop stashing and start sewing.
I'm reminded of an old quote by Jonathan Swift who said, "May you live all the days of your life."
How I pray that we do.