Tag: Christmas Past

  • Memories of: Decembers Past.

    It all started with a memory. I have the small, upholstered chest that my Grandma used to hold her yarn and craft tools in; a somewhat small thing that can tuck unobtrusively into a corner. So unobtrusive, that I had never noticed this piece of furniture in my Grandma‚Äôs house. Its small size belays its…