She looks sweet and innocent, doesn’t she?
All those cute little curls. The baby of the family.
But oh no. Don’t let that sweet smile fool you.
This weekend we went on a little trip to see her new house. And a beautiful place it is, too. While there we did some canning together, visited, laughed over old stories. She asked me if I wanted a wool blanket, and I made the mistake of saying ‘sure!’. After all, you never know when the big quake will hit and you’ll need blankets. I also agreed to take a very few small knick knacks that belonged to Aunty, who was like our grandmother.
But the little sweet and innocent baby sister is a sneak.
In the box were more things. Old things. Things she didn’t want, but didn’t have the heart to get rid of herself since they have emotional attachments. Things that belonged to our mother, or to Aunty.
Things I didn’t agree to take.
And now I’m stuck with them because they have emotional attachments. I decided to take them to the thrift store but my husband thinks all this is just hilarious. Of course he does.
He doesn’t dust.
The sweet little stinker has no idea what she’s just started. I believe I have some old things around here that I can sneak into a box that might head her direction.