This was my moms engagement ring from my dad. The day I got married, my mom gave it to me. 
This ring belonged to my grandma. Each of her granddaughters was given a ring about a year after she died. Growing up, she would constantly tell us which ring was "ours" and we loved to see her wearing "our" rings.
This hutch also belonged to my grandma. I remember it sitting in her kitchen when I was little. She gave it to my dad, and he gave it to me. I was worried we wouldn't have room for ir when we moved, but as you can see we squeezed it in.
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This ring belonged to my grandma. Each of her granddaughters was given a ring about a year after she died. Growing up, she would constantly tell us which ring was "ours" and we loved to see her wearing "our" rings.
This hutch also belonged to my grandma. I remember it sitting in her kitchen when I was little. She gave it to my dad, and he gave it to me. I was worried we wouldn't have room for ir when we moved, but as you can see we squeezed it in.
to participate, go here.
The yellow flower pot my african violet lives in. When it feels like it, which is hardly ever, it blooms beautiful purple flowers. I know it needs more sun to bloom, but for now, it sits among my elephants.
The yellow kitchen set, crocheted by me. It is for sale in my 
