
keeping history
I have had a bin of family pictures, a box of matts and glass, a stash of frames and a mat cutter hanging out in my to-do pile for years. YEARS! And that is not an exaggeration. It really is ridiculous. Since I’m working on the finishing touches on my house, it is time to do some framing. I have had dreams of creating a gallery wall in our stairway since the day we moved in. Now that things are freshly painted, I’m ready to create the gallery wall. (I think just on the wall to the right, so it’s not too overwhelming for the narrow space.) That project starts with the pictures. I get emotional going through old pictures. I’m not sentimental about very many things, but pictures and handwritten letters, get me choked up. I think it’s because I know what happens to old, nameless pictures. They end up in








