Treasures
I feel that I have so many treasures in my life I could not count them. That is how I feel sifting through each little drawer or shelf in my studio. I usually know just where I want to park them for posterity. I have several of the Sterile-lite multi-drawer units in the studio. The bottom drawer of one unit housed my zippers of various lengths to include the repair kit.
Hmm. The drawer was deeper than the room that the zippers took. My oh my! I had been looking in the wrong place for what was revealed. All this time I could visualize these items on the shelves of the cistern closet. No! I had really tucked them away for safe keeping. I admit when it was time to clean my dad’s workroom in the basement of their one-story rambler, I had ferreted away these treasures. Did I know then, or now for that matter, what I was going to do with them . . . no.
The realization of how hard my dad worked with his creativity was enough for me. I do have a set of four smaller tulips that sit upon one of my window sills. The tulips are painted in different colors. The finish is rough, but who cares. Given time it would have been interesting to see what dad had in mind with the heart treasure boxes. The woodworking skills my dad learned after his farming days were gleaned from his uncle Roy Grunwald, his mother’s brother. Dad and mom would spend quite a bit of time at Roy and Agnus’ home as dad learned about the wood lathe and the knives that made hunks of cast off wood become . . . more.
There was nothing sweeter than stopping in for a cup of coffee and finding them both in the basement. Mom would be working on her rug loom and dad would be making sawdust in the opposite corner of the basement. Sweet.
Treasured items make for treasured memories.
Well there were other so-called treasures that I found while doing the tidy thing. Ish! Spiders that have died and lay there on their backs with their legs all curled up, don’t do much for me.
It is on to the mystery of the day. Several nights ago we had Stovetop, pork steak and green beans. Last night we had the left-over Stovetop covered with chopped up green beans and the diced and chopped up pork steak. All was heated one plate at a time in the microwave. Timing was the ultimate. Each heated plate of ours was topped with a basted egg. Wha-la! Waste not, want not. This evening I am winging it.
With that I take my leave. ♥