I’m sure people wonder why I have some of the possessions I do.
Like this pencil cup.
It isn’t fancy, or new or anything. The paper is peeling off, and the bottom has ink stains.
It could easily be classified as trash I suppose.
Ah, some of you are remembering why I have some pansy items.
This little cup sat on an inlaid table made by Great Uncle Bill next to Grandmom’s favorite chair.
There was a bit of family “interest” in that table after her death.
I liked the pencil cup. She used to keep her crochet hooks there along with her pencils and pens.
It sits next to my favorite spot now.
Those little pansy faces smile on.