Walk down memory lane

I’m working on gathering up fourteen years of kitty pictures so I can make some sort of a collagey-thing about kitty. He managed, in many of his photos, to give me this look of long-suffering “you are boring me with this flash in my face please go away ah! I’m blind” look. Which is probably what he thought. I even have pictures of him with his paw over his face.

Looking through old photos is always a lovely walk down memory lane. At this point, college seems like quiiiiite a while ago. I’d kinda forgotten how pathetic my housekeeping skills once were - my first apartment was TRASHED. After that, it was really either learn to keep house better or just throw it all away. Do you know I once had an entire room filled with broken down empty boxes? Lovely!

I also ran across some of my memorabilia. This particular shadow box has one of my little collections of things I love. I do love the collections people have, the things they treasure over the years scattered around their house. It says something if people have these collections or not, too.

The book is Seventy Lessons in Spelling, a little teaching book from my paternal grandmother’s childhood. There’s a little purple book I made as a resolution one year. The bell and the cup were my grandmother’s also, which she left me. The buddha … well, that’s because I like laughing Buddha. The tile is from my Aunt Becky’s trip to Spain - I’m quite fond of Spanish repeating designs - it’s the Arabic influence. The mermaid is The Little Mermaid of the folk story. My brother gave me that and the book after he took a trip to Denmark.

What you can’t see on top is the wooden cutout of the church in Iowa where my family has belonged. It’s sitting next to an icon I bought near a small and beautiful church in St. Petersburg, Russia.

Ah, memory