Plethora (1. the state of being too full; overabundance; excess). I love that word! It means I got a BUNCH of loveliness for my very own collections of excess!
Sweet little girl dresses. Love the detail. Nothing like that anymore!
And who crochets dresser scarves anymore? I would love to learn how!
Old pictures, postcards, momentos of a family. I always feel a little sad when I see these types of things at sales. Did no one remember who these people were? Were there no memories associated with the pictures?
I, all by myself, cleaned out my parent's home and let go many items like this. I feel bad now. But I couldn't keep everything, even though I would have liked to. I still kick myself over a few treasures I didn't bring home with me. But memories are not in things, they are in the heart!
Wonderful watch faces! Love how time has stopped to remind me of the old days of these pictures and telegram.
As a mother, I don't think I could have parted with this telegram. I can just see Gilbert's parents reading it and crying with relief. I'm assuming he was in the service, overseas, during the war. What a good and loving son Gilbert must have been!
Off to handle my plethora (excess) of laundry, dusting, etc. . . .
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