This box always sits on my dresser. I’m a little girl and it sits on a pink cloth that my mother hems into an oval shape to fit an oval wooden tray on which I carefully arrange my hairbrush and a little bottle of 4711 cologne. Do I ever use the cologne? What do I keep in the box? Where does the box even come from? I don’t know anymore. I know that the box is there and that the box is here. Today I look inside and find a couple earrings, a dime, a guitar pick, a safety pin and an acorn.
Gorgeous box, Francoise and nice photo of it! Don't we all have "boxes" like this...that conjure up memories and thoughts of people or events from our past! Thanks for reminding me!!
"Isn't it strange how a few precious things seem to,follow us throughout our lives? "