To me my home is simply my life in things. There are stories to tell in most things one might pick up. Remembrances of earlier times or childhood, or perhaps folks met on the way. In my living room is a 110 year old Oklahoma prairie quilt, black and white, made for a bride who had come to a new territory and was teased for choosing black and white, for it would never stay clean.
I thoroughly enjoy pieces in my home. They come and go and are shared with others as they fall in love with them as well. It is one of my greatest joys and privileges to be able to give away things as others fall in love with them. I think it keeps me focused on what is important, the person, and not the thing.
What is meaningful to me? Knowing that together we create lasting memories of a family legacy of love and laughter in this place we call home.
