Why is it that I can place a memory with faces and things but never dates? I often wonder if not knowing how old I was is part of the mystery. "Oh, I remember that I made it with girl scouts. Afterwards, we played red rover and I remember it was warm out." Not..."That was 1982." Regardless, I am thankful to have remembered the thought.
Made in my very early elementary years, this sweet Kewpie has somehow managed to survive 11 houses and countless Christmases. The first of many crafts. I remember circling her belly with just a hint of rouge and gilding those tiny wings.
A few new old ornaments from my gatherings this past year.
This one has just a hint of green around the middle.
A few from my father's tree growing up.
I should tell you the rest of them are buried in a crawlspace in Honolulu. My uncle refuses to relinquish them.
A crackling snow scene.
Perfect pink polka dots.
Silent stenciled night.
Indents in new shapes.
Lovely tiny stripes.
Glittered stars on shiny brites.
And a patriotic gem.
Thank you all for the wonderful comments from the last post. I appreciate every comment and thought. It will help guide me through the process of deciding what to do with my Etsy.