I am working with some beautiful and talented women who wanted me to share a story with you all about something special to me.  There are so many things when I look around the house that touches my heart, but this is that one thing that strikes that special place in my heart.

This dresser was my grandmothers.

This dresser was walnut and she painted it white.  I was told she painted every piece of furniture she had.  Most men cringe at the thought of painting over any wood furniture, but her husband encouraged her to “make it your own.”

Not only do I love it because I think it is beautiful, but for its warmth it brings my heart when I think of her.  I lived with her a summer during college to take care of her.  She was healthy as a horse physically, but mentally she had Alzheimer’s. One of the hardest diseases for family.  She didn’t know who I was, but would respond best with a smile. Every morning at breakfast she would look up at a painting on the wall and tell me a story behind it.  Somedays the story would change, but most days it brought her great joy describing it.  At times it was hard to have the patients to listen to that story one more time, but the joy she had talking about it made me have to bite my tongue and nod my head and smile.  Now, I wish I could hear her tell that story if for only one more time.

The upstairs was stripped to the studs. When we tried to plan the layout, I knew this nook at the top of the stairs would be made just for this.

The three tired baskets where my mothers, and she put this up here with the hydrangea picked from my flower gardens.

Thank you again for stopping by, and be sure to check out the other beautiful blogs about their own personal treasures 🙂

Kelly at Gratefully Vintage

Layla at My Sunset Avenue

Keila Bernowitz

Sarah at She Holds Dearly

Jessica at Honey N Hydrangea

Sarah at Little Vintage Nest

Brittany at Indigo and Honey