Bluebirds

Cleaning out my grandmother's farmhouse was a difficult task - exhausting, emotionally, as well as physically - but it was, for lack of a better word, neat. Closets were opened, drawers were emptied; things that hadn't seen the light of day in years were pulled out and displayed, in all their glory. Some were mysterious in their history while others took my father right back to the days of his youth.

As we packed box after box of trinkets and tchotchkies and fine bone china, I noticed these salt and pepper shakers nestled between cups and saucers, salt cellars and fruit nappies, and thought they were too sweet to pass up.

It occurred to me that they may not be bluebirds, but no matter, they are deliciously cute, and they live in my china cabinet, where I can peek at them every day and think of my grandmother.

posted by Mama Tulip

Comments

[nonlineargirl]

I did this with my grandmother's house, with the same feeling. I took home her good dishes and a blue chinese silk dress made for her in the 60s.

[deb]

you're lucky you don't live here; i would've snuck those sweet-ass tweets into my bag one evening after you and yr man were well-laden with sauce, and then - i would have to live with the guilt.

nevermind. they're beautiful and i'm glad they snuggle in your cabinet.

and i'm only a little jealous.