Sometimes I like to take pictures of things, but these particular things have special meaning for me because they all belonged to my grandmother.
I remember playing with these vintage laces as a young girl each summer when my family would come to Utah to visit my grandparents. Perhaps the hours spent as a young child dreaming about what these laces could adorn planted the seeds that would spark my love of sewing at just nine-years-old.
If we were lucky enough, me and my sisters would get to wear some of grandma’s costume jewlery once in awhile.
Grandma always had so many stories about her life and the lives of my ancestors. They were fascinating. I wish I had written them down, but as a child I didn’t have the foresight. I’m grateful to have a few mementos to remind me of sweet childhood memories.