They are memories
I am not the type that shops for trinkets.
Every trinket holds a memory, every one of them came into my home for a reason.
Like the roosters
OK, so she is a chicken. Her name was Charlie. Why was her name Charlie? Because that is the type of sister I had.
That is my sister, master gardener,
master decorator and best of all
It is all her fault that roosters came to live at my house.
This is another chicken story
it just seemed to fit the topic.
So roosters live on the hutch
They bring me happy memories. The rooster here is, yup! a gift from my sister. The clock is something I found in her collection, I guess she liked clocks and I like them now also. The sewing cabinet is also from my sister's collection of old furniture.
so these are not trinkets to fill up space. These are memories, well loved memories.
My sister can't be far away, I have her 'stuff'