It Wouldn't Be The Same

I could buy a new one, but it wouldn't be the same. I would miss the memories of little me squeezing the handle, proud that my mom trusted me to do the job of sifting the flour for whatever she was baking. I don't sift much flour anymore, but I often sift powdered sugar for sprinkling onto cookies and other baked goods. I love the memories attached to my mom's nearly 70-year-old flour sifter — now mine. While using it today, I really did knock it over and spill the powdered sugar seen here; and I can remember little me doing that, too.

I praise you, Lord, for my mom's flour sifter and the countless memories attached to it.

[Barb]

I have an old one, too! :-) Nice to have something that has good memories of our childhood attached.

[Hope D Jennings]

Lovely! Full of stories and memories.

[Milanie]

I love the warm feeling you attach to each picture

[jackie edwards]

nice focus and choice of dof to isolate the subject

[Helen Jane]

what a lovely little utensil - I don't think I have seen one like that before. I hope you can keep it going for some time. These reminders of our past and fond memories give so much pleasure. Your capture is lovely and all the better for your spilt sugar.