Wednesday, June 13, 2012

so innocently

Collections can begin so innocently.
Wooden spools fill my heart with joy, and fill nearly every available bowl and vase and basket.
I'm going to blame my grandma for this one too. She used to whittle spinning tops out of them. And she had  them strung on a cord and added to the cache we riffled through in the toy box; that wooden orange crate of wonder.
My cousin visited my home for the first time and as she wandered about the dining room she suddenly froze. Her hands flew out and she held them above a bowl brimming with wooden spools.
"Grandma!!" she breathed reverently.

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