Friday, August 12, 2011

Footprints


At my mother's house is a wood chest with a green vinyl top--you know 1970's green vinyl. Right across the top are several tiny, toddler sized foot prints. My sister's. My mom was working on one of her many, many projects and she left some paint out. My sister Kate walked right through it, and right across the chest.


Now 30 years later my mom can't part with the chest. Not because she built it was her own hands, but because of those tiny footprints.




Today I found this set of footprints in my paint booth. My own little Kate had left them for me to find. Am I going to cut up this paint cloth and save those footprints?  You bet your bottom dollar I am.   I'm a furniture girl.  But first I'm a mom.

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