Before Easter weekend I made Sher a little two-page (duplexed) book of "sisters" from pictures I had of Goobie and Arie in 1986; Margaret, Mama and Shirley in 1987; me and Sher last Easter at her house; and Margaret, Mama and Shirley (same order as the 1987 picture!) about 1938. (That is their age order, too - oldest to youngest - Margaret to Shirley.) Goobie (Flora) is seated in the rocker. Look how sweetly the aide at the nursing home had put her pretty hair up in finger curls with a pink ribbon. She dressed up with a necklace that day, too, to visit Arie at her house (actually their other sister Molly's house, who had died some years before and Arie lived there afterward).
When I was looking through the trunk, I found myself wondering why I don't do more of this. I have plenty of supplies to do it with. I have DMC cross-stitch thread on little skeins by number order, and plenty more at Amy's that I gave her, which I'm sure she would let me "borrow" back. (Incidentally, she is one of the fastest cross-stitchers I know! She could finish a project in no time when she was stitching.)
Why do we put aside things we love to do? Going through old boxes, trunks and closets may be my motivator! I enjoyed it too much to just give it up, to think I'm "too old" or "too tired." Maybe these things I've collected are my "new shells" being washed up on the shore of this decade of my life!