Monday, May 2, 2011

Once upon a time...

there was a twelve year old girl who inherited a little round fragile pretty thing with holes in it from her great-grandmother, along with several other treasures. She was told by her grandfather that it was called a pommander and that she could put smell good stuff in it and hang it in her closet. Well, she didn't do that, she put it on her dresser where it sat with other various items that a twelve year old collects: jewelry, perfume, knick knacks, etc. It never went into the closet, as a matter of fact it never held smell good stuff either, it just sat there looking pretty.

Years later, when the twelve year old grew up and moved on, the little pommander continued to sit on the dresser, but it was lonely. Lonely for the company of others like it. And the girl, now woman, knew what she had to do, she had to find it another. And that she did. Because as you know, the girl likes treasures and searches high and low for the perfect one. She never passes up something that held a history, that was once loved long ago by someone, that has been abandoned and forgotten...she feels sorry for all those lovely little items that once one became two

And then there were three

And more joined in

Each one different, each one fragile and each one beautiful

And now, the first little pommander is no longer lonely and she and her friends will live happily ever after!

P.S. Look what I got!!

Very cool and given to me by Clarissa Emily at

And now it's my turn to pass it stayed tuned for my choices!


  1. How sweet and what a sweet story! Thanks for sharing at my newbie party.

  2. these are beautiful! what a collection you have!
    found you at debbie's newbie party