347. What kind of clubs have you been a member of? What can you remember about them? Did you enjoy them?
348. Do you play cards? What is your favorite card game? Who taught it to you?
349. Do you have local Christmas traditions in your community? If so, what are they?
350. If you had to pick a favorite decade of music what would it be? Why?
351. Think about the furniture that you own. What is your favorite piece? Why?
352. Do you live in an area that regularly has snow during the winter? Can you remember the first time you played in the snow? What do you think about it now?
353. Have you ever written a story? What was it about? What happened in it?
This post I'm doing 351. Think about the furniture that you own. What is your favorite piece? Why?
When thinking about this post a specific piece was a little hard at first. I've got the heirloom Watt bed (it's been all over the country: in the back of a covered wagon, on a train, in a truck, etc.). It's lived in Kansas, Colorado, Texas, Alabama, Indiana, Tennessee, and then back to Texas. I sleep in the same old iron bed that my mom slept in when she was a kid and that I slept in when I was a kid. I've got an awesome old trunk that I use as a hope checks. However, the piece of furniture that I"m going to talk about has featured in a blog post on this site before. When it was being worked on. So, I'm going to talk about it a little more.
I spent 20+ years walking past this trunk every single day. It was under a tarp on my grandparent's front porch. When the workers replaced the front porch, the trunk went into the front yard. I immediately loved it. My grandfather wanted to throw it away because the inside was covered in mold. So I made a bleach spray, set the trunk in the sun, sprayed it down and then ripped all the old canvas out.
Then, I moved it back to my house and proceeded to paint it (and with the help of Becky) decoupage it. The top shelf of the trunk is butter cream yellow and the inside of the lower shelves are robins egg blue.What I LOVE about this trunk is that 1) it came from my maternal grandfather 2) it's got a copy of a love letter between my paternal grandparents right on the front.
In the wise words of William Morris:
Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.