Time to continue the tour of our house - a peek at the treasures that make it home to us.
We'll walk down the hall toward the study and pass the picture I cross-stitched just before we moved.
The study is probably the first room the phantom interior decorator would pull apart. I know it's a bit over-crowded, but where would I begin to pare down? Certainly not this baby carriage that was my Mom's when she was a little girl. She made the pillow cover and little quilt.
Another sample of our granddaughter's artwork.
Our oldest son painted this when he was in high school.
The "C" was a Christmas gift from another granddaughter. Handmade gifts are the best.
My Mom designed this herself - copied from an antique sampler.
A dear friend carved these duck decoys. When he was killed in a car accident, his wife gave these two to my husband.
Another painting by our granddaughter.
My mom made the hanging quilt, our younger son made the shelf.
Now we'll go into the kitchen, where the table my husband made holds pride of place.
This old phone hung in my parents' home for as long as I can remember.
We saw this little plaque somewhere in our travels with my Mom and Dad, and she was so taken with it she cross-stitched it for us.
This hutch is another part of my childhood. My Dad made it when I was a little girl. When we were working on the plans for our new home, my husband redesigned the kitchen so that we could fit it in.
We'll end it here for now. It's Labor Day, and we're going to the movies!
Blessings,
Linda
