Thursday, September 03, 2009


I love it when I wake up in my old bedroom at my parents' house. The first thing I do is go after nostalgic treasures of my childhood. Mom isn't much of throwing-away-stuff either.
Some of the things I found:

Letters from friends, over the years... (reading them made me blush)

...the coolest little bag ukelele

 ...gorgeous grey pumps (how could I forget?) old picture of my mom


...the happiest shirt I own

... and me as a baby, lifting invisible weights

No comments:

Post a Comment