I love owning things that have a history. I love things from different times and with different stories. One of the purely blissful periods of my life was living with my grandparents in Panguitch, Utah and hearing hundreds of fabulous tales about where I came from - about who they are and were and who their parents were. That summer I found a box of old clothes and on the top were the cutest little aprons that wouldn't keep a bit of food off of you, but are so delightful, made by my grandma. This one now hangs in my kitchen.
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