Have you ever kept something long enough
that you begin to see it through different eyes?
I remember as a little girl seeing this blue velvet,
homemade Christmas tree in my grandmother's home every year...
Now that my "Nana" is no longer with us, I was amazed
when my mom brought this very same Christmas tree "picture"
to our home during a visit.
She wanted to know if I wanted it,
or she was thinking about donating it.
Not ready to imagine Nana's work being donated,
I accepted it and stuck it in the back of the closet...and didn't think about again
until a few weeks ago when I pulled it out and started really looking at it-
-and thinking of her.
The piece is eclectic and actually quite vintageously beautiful.
She must have made it almost 25-30 years ago...
and the jewelry is much older than that.
For this Christmas, it sits front and center
in my dining room in a larger, salvaged, gold frame.
I think about her hands choosing each piece.
How she carefully re-purposed her old jewelry pieces
into this unique Christmas tree.
I wonder who gave her the jewelry pieces...
and what memories they held for her to use them in this special way.
Nana loved crafting.
She saved things to craft with.
She was always making felt ornaments, or potholders.
She could crochet a million miles an hour.
Everything was always kitch-y in color choices and style.
And I am only now beginning to appreciate this style...
and the heritage I now realize she has passed down to me...
...a love for re-purposing old items.
I have a feeling this tree will find a place in our family decor for years to come,
and a part of my Nana will always be with us!
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