I have not spent any time finishing up Mom's old room lately. I have been
busy with paperwork and frankly I felt uncomfortable going through her
things. I felt as though I was imposing myself on her belongings, and I
did not like that feeling.
But I also want to move ahead with the project so that I can move on
emotionally. So today I started to go through one of her old trunks, pulling
out things she had packed away.
Little treasures that she loved. This poor little crystal cordial has a broken
foot. I am going to see if I can find a glass specialist here to repair it.
Now that I have overcome my fear of going through her things, I
suppose I better start painting her dresser now too. Wish me luck.
Big Texas Hugs,
Susan and Bentley