When I visited my great aunt’s house in South Carolina this spring, she pointed out a little cast iron mouse perched on a bit of trim.  “Did you see my mouse?  You know, you have to have a mouse in your house!” I had never heard of having a mouse in the house, but apparently, it is a thing.  When I shared a tour of my great aunt’s house (you can see it HERE) and shared her mouse, several blog readers shared they have the same tradition.  They’ll make a bit of a game of it and move the mouse around for their grandkids or anyone else who wants to play along to find. I actually did an internet search on it and only came up with old tales of superstition about death upon the dwellers if a mouse eats their clothes and nonsense like that.  I didn’t find anything

Of course, if you walked through my house right now, you would see boxes lined up against the walls or stacked on free surfaces.  You would see a box half-filled with folded boxes and a smaller box filled with bubble wrap and folded newsprint, ready to pass along to the next person who is moving via Facebook Marketplace.  Things are precariously piled and quickly placed to get them out of the way.  I see all of this, too.  But what I have been noticing more than the mess is the moments.  Moments where it looks like my style.  Moments where curated items are collected in such a way that they are beautiful.  I went around with a camera on Friday and took pictures of some of these moments… Folded linen napkins and ironstone stacked in a cabinet until they find a more permanent home.  Pitchers are lined up on the