[UPDATED] Once again a drawing from our visit to Mom’s. In her kitchen, ever present on the table is a beautiful old fired clay jar. There’s a story in that jar. It came from an auction held at a home that was once owned by two old women. The same home was bought by Mom and she turned it into a B&B which she later sold. The little tin, came into Mom’s hands via a very dear friend (at her passing? I forget – see the update). I thought it would be fun to combine these two dears on the colourful woven mat that also lives on the kitchen table. It all makes me wish we were there, now.
[UPDATED] Mom read the post and e-mailed:
I just happened to admire J’s tea tin when she made tea one day. She said “Oh, if you like it then you can have it I dont need it”. J was generous to a falt. She gave me several things over the years that I admired but [wasn't looking to get].