Earlier this week i stumbled upon some old boxes we had hidden away. You know the type. I had no idea what i would find. But the curiosity got the better of me and i decided to pull them out and investigate further. You can imagine surprise when, under about six inches of dust, i saw these gorgeous jugs staring up at me.
The memories came flooding back. They were my mother in laws. She passed away four years ago now. And I had forgotten we had stored a lot of her things. Things i had totally forgotten about, until i'd opened that box. And it was nice to stop for a moment, and remember, i think of her often but not in so much detail as i did that day.
I could see myself in her kitchen, I could see us talking, laughing and eating, always eating. I could see the jugs sitting high on the shelf. Along side the tea, coffee, vintage Spode blue and white china plates and Irish pottery. Its the small details like that, of day to day life that we take for granted, that we too soon become complacent about. That we let slip from our minds. It was so nice to remember.
Oh the forgotten treasures.
What little gems i thought and set off immediately to clean them up.
And now they will sit in our kitchen, just were they should be.
And so, i am grateful. Grateful for the memories and forgotten treasures.
What has got you thinking this week?
I am joining up with Maxabella, what are you grateful for?
Have a lovely weekend,