Tree Pendants

My de-cluttering project is yielding some interesting treasures. I’m finding all kinds of things I’d forgotten about over the years. These tree pendants were an experiment in abstract art that never made it to a vending table.

So, I asked a friend who is attending an event in August if he could try to sell them for me. They need to find a good home and not be hidden away in a drawer, forgotten and lost. I hope they bring joy to their new owners.

I wonder what other treasures I will find along the way? The quest continues...

Knitting Needles Galore

Imagine, if you are able, the most avid knitter you can picture in your mind. She would be someone whose life revolves around knitting every single day. Her social life and relationships are only intrusions into her knitting time. Do you have that image in your mind?

Would even such a dedicated knitter require the number of knitting needles that I found in my house today? It took me over an hour to sort and match these things, carefully holding each set together with dental elastics at both ends.

And this is not all of them! I have sixteen singles without mates, several sets of double pointed needles (different sizes) and three circular needles. And I have not done any knitting for years. I seriously need to downsize a lot of them. It’s a bit ridiculous to hang onto so many, right?

EDIT: I forgot to mention the half dozen crochet hooks I found. And I cannot even crochet!

Forgotten Souls

Have you ever come across old photos in family albums, or in antique stores, and wondered who they are? The photo below was found in a box of old photos from my grandmother.

On the front, it is dated August 1959 (that is when it was printed) but on the back in pencil it says ‘Mr. & Mrs. Smith, May 1942’. I have no idea who they are or how they fit into our family story. And the only person left that I thought might know does not. I wish there was a way to find out. It is sad that they are forgotten souls who may have played a pivotal part in my family history. But I may never uncover their identities or stories.

The next photo, I found in the most unlikely place; in a book purchased at a thrift store. It appears to be a picture of a grandfather, father and two sons. My guess it is from the 1940s. Perhaps that is a photo taken before those young men went off to war. It makes me wonder if they ever came back or if they were casualties of a horrific conflict.

And this photo which may have been the only one they had is lost to the family forever, as I have no way to identify or trace them. But let's take a moment to look at their faces and remember there is a story behind them. Even if we don't know their names, they were important.