The Box Stays

  A couple of weeks ago, we were having daily rains which put a damper on doing much outside.  Since I cannot sit still for very long, this led to a massive undertaking inside the Little Bayou House.  Son and I ripped out floors, tore down walls, rebuilt what we demolished, cleared cabinets, painted, varnished and literally redid the laundry room, kitchen and dining room.  After getting everything returned to its proper place (whether it was in the cabinets or trash can) and I was pleased with the work done.

  It kept raining...so, I moved onto another room.  This time, I tackled what used to be Darling Daughter's bedroom.  It has been empty since she married and has become sort of a catchall for any item that needed to be stashed somewhere but where?  So, needless to say, it was time for that to be emptied.  It was there that I found "treasures...which are probably trash to others.  One of these treasures brought smiles so it will be returned to the room once it has been transformed.  Mark's grandmother gave a small trinket box to me before she passed away.  The box is made of celluloid, the first synthetic plastic.  It is embossed with dragons giving it an Asian feel and has a bird (many say rooster) as a handle.  I think it is lovely!  The deep, rich burgundy color has always been a favorite.  

  Why does this trinket box mean so much to me?  Well, simply because my grandmother-in-law thought enough of me to give it as a gift.  "Momie" did not have much in the way of wealth and only had a few things left as she aged.  She and I did share an undying love for one another so when she handed me the box, I felt like she gave me a million dollars.  The box stays.  No argument will change that.