It's no secret that I love old things. It's so much better when you find yourself the owner of an old thing and it belonged to someone in your family. I have three things I love that belonged to the grandmas in my life.
This little porcelain flapper girl, meant to be a card holder at a dinner-table place setting, belonged to B's Grandma Helen. I keep her in my sewing cabinet, and she guards my jar of buttons and my antique needle packet.
This Bakelite horseshoe pin is awesome, it just is. It belonged to Nana, B's maternal grandmother.
And finally, my own Grandma, my mom's mom, had this little handkerchief tucked away in one of her drawers, and we found it after she died ten years ago. It's a delightful depiction of c. 1940's San Francisco, and I just love it. It still smells like her.
