Nearly two months ago I was sitting in my empty childhood home, rocking out to country music, carefully bubble wrapping all of my moms crystal and china. And then I asked Trevor to move it all over to our house, which he lovingly did.
I carefully selected the perfect location for the handmade china hutch, built my none other than my super cool dad!!! Now before you go getting sad and sentimental I have to say Sister and I carefully split the family heirlooms in half. She got bedroom furniture, couches and my moms cedar chest. Plus loads of other, smaller things that held sentimental value to her.
The next step was to put all the china back into the hutch...but I just couldn't do it. I don't know if it didn't feel like it belonged in my house or if it was the finality of my mom living in assisted living, but I just couldn't do it. And then my grandma died and I felt like my world kept crumbling.
Finally, I came out of my fog and decided I was sick of all the boxes sitting in my front room...again. Much to my delight Trevor understood that I needed to do this in my own time, so when I announced last night that I was ready to get rid of the boxes I don't think he truly believed me at first.
But since I have instant gratification issues and no plans to work through them anytime soon, I rolled up my sleeves and got to work.
In unpacking all these boxes, I unearthed loads of crystal stemware and vintage bar ware. I also had Trevor reconstruct our very own Lumiere, a candelabra that was on the mantle of the McDonald Drive home 18 years ago. Love!!!
A view of the completed project, and note I wanted to keep it as uncluttered as possible.
And now that it's all said and done, my family history crush has turned in to a full fledged love affair.
We also enjoyed a very fun impromptu dinner with K and M - dining on tatertot casserole and strawberry shortcake and hours of laughing - and now it's time to start my Sunday!
xoxo - j
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