Probably the nicest thing about owning a house is having a place to display objects that have special meaning to us. Once again, this post is only interesting to me and maybe a few others, but I'm going with it anyway.
First, we carried some of my father's photographic prints across the country in the RV. If you think that wasn't a challenge, just look at the size of these babies. Don't they look great?
My father has been taking gorgeous pictures for most of his life. I like to say he designed his house around the darkroom. To see a few of his pictures on Flickr, click here. (Keeping in mind that they were scanned in from film.)
I also have several of my mother's cross stitch masterpieces.
Here are some more of my mother's cross stitch pictures. Brenda gets the credit for suggesting that I put them in a triple frame.
Speaking of Brenda, she loaned us a few of her treasures too. After all, why should they languish in her storage space?
I also have a very special cross stitch sampler created by my aunt.
This is my favorite knickknack. I found it when I was out with the same aforementioned aunt. I love it because it reminds me of my two precious girls.
I know you're probably wondering where are Ron's treasures. Well he has some amazing pictures of his ancestors and has claimed the hallway for their display. So far that's a work in progress.