A Box of Memories
As most of you know I moved house again recently and have put most of my life into storage for the time being which is proving awkward at times when I remember I need something, but was also really great as it meant I went through and sorted everything first; finding treasures I’d long forgotten.
The best thing I found was this box of memories! It’s actually the box my dogs ashes were put in by the vet many years ago, it even has a brass plate on the front with his name (bit morbid I know but the box is really lovely). Inside I seem to have collected a few random things over the years including two of the tiniest Russian nesting dolls (these open up to one that’s only a few mm tall), a green haired troll, a cocktail accessory that fans out into a peacock shape, a wooden croaking frog, a cocktail umbrella (I’ve always had a bit of an obsession with these) and a tiny pot of crystals.
A strange combination yet each one makes me smile and takes me back to a certain time and place.
What’s in your memory box?