treasures passed down
One of the things I always love about visiting my Nan and Great Aunty is seeing all the beautiful things they’ve collected over the years set out in their homes. I remember as a kid I could have stared for hours at their glass cabinets filled with tiny plates, ornaments and pretty tea-cups with matching saucers. We certainly had our favourites, and were sure to be extra careful not to break anything if we ever had the chance to use them. My Aunty Peg passed away last year, and some of the pretty things that remind me so much of her and her home have been passed down to the younger generations. I feel very privileged to have some of these treasures, and it also leaves me with a sense of wanting to build on that. I’ve never really been someone who has had a huge desire to start a family and own a home, I’m really not fussed. But then there are moments like this, where I think, wouldn’t it be nice to have a place where fond memories are created and special things collected – even it is just so they can again be passed on.