Forgive me a little step back into childhood here, but I just wanted to show you two things that I found recently in the back of the dining room closet. I'm on a cleaning tear, and while I have taken many bags of trash out and gathered about five boxes of things to donate at the thrift store, I have also found (or rediscovered) lots of sweet memories.
This is a painting that I did when I was probably around 11 or 12. It has a sort of naive quality going on (we'll be kind and say that's what I was going for) and some pretty, spring-like colors. At the moment it's propped up in the kitchen where I can look at it often. (It makes me smile.) Has anyone ever noticed that a great part of creating art is stepping back and just looking (or reading)? Even when I put together a vignette or tabletop display, I find myself going back to it again and again, sometimes to change it but mostly just to look. Please tell me you do that too, and that I don't just need to tweak my meds!
Here is a little cup that I used to drink my milk from -- "whistle for milk." Sadly, the tiny bird's tail has broken off, but he still whistles. This little cup is just such a sweet memory for me. And who wouldn't want to go back to a time when a whistle brought you your every need? :)
Thank you for taking that little trip down memory lane with me. I'm whistling here today at Little Red House, and hoping you discover some of your own fond memories, dear bloggers. :)