Bum bum bum BUM! This is the very last Hope Chest post everyone!
I am so happy I have been able to share with you all the many items I have stored up in my chest of dreams. Not only has it been a journey of sorting out one’s own thoughts on the subject, but it has also been a remarkable time reading all of your thoughts and habits that many of you have picked up along your own hope chest journeys. Then too, there are a few of you who have either never heard storing up household items for your future married lives (Lord willing), or perhaps you have but didn’t really know how to start such a daunting project. All in all, I believe I can safely say we have all gained something valuable out of this series, and I hope that we can one day teach this practice to our own daughters.
A long time ago, I remember being inspired by the victorian crafts associated with my American Girl doll, Samantha. One that stood out the most to me was the craft of decorating a little box with decoupage. I loved, even coveted a little box of my own, whose tiny little mix-matched victorian prints married so sweetly with dried flowers and butterflies. It was a girlish fancy really. But unbeknownst to me, Mom actually had one layed away in a dresser drawer! I can’t remember how I discovered it, but she knew how much I had longed for one to put little treasures in, and so it’s contents were emptied, and I was soon found filling it back up with little collections of bizarre trinkets.
Now a days, it lies tightly bookended by other boxes in my chest, but because of its beautifully printed sides, it remains the most beautiful, precious little memory box I possess. Oh, and if any of you are familiar with the American Girls doll, Samantha, you might remember a tiny brass bow pin, and her minute gold locket. Well, I have kept those separated from my doll for quite some time now and keep them in this box as a reminder of its origins and fantasized use. How I loved my American Girl days…
Placed next to my decoupage box lies a cardboard box in the shape of a book. As you can see above, it even opens like a book too! Within its four sides, I keep:
A collection of the sweet cards I recieved on my 16th Birthday;
Two journals I wrote on the experiences I had with my homing pigeons in past years;
Two water-color paintings from my former art teacher;
A fake million dollar bill (sorry, the story behind this is too long to tell!)
An Audubon book mark;
Two writing instruments that have stories all of their own;
And my Class of 2013 Graduation Tassel.
All inside one funny little box. I have no clue if I will hold on to these things when I move into my own home, but I would like to keep a few, such as my journals, and Graduation Tassel. We shall see.
This my friends, was the once beautiful, succulent, fresh flower wreath I was coronated with – however quite unceremoniously – on my 16th birthday a few years ago. I wore it like a queen would have, I think. Whenever I gaze upon its shrunken form, and touch my finger tips upon its brittle blooms, I remember how much I danced that day, how many warm hands clasped mine, how many times I thought it would fall off from all the whirling of the reals. Ah. There is something so wonderful about this precious crown of blooms. Perhaps it comes with the appreciation for the work our dear friend put into it, or perhaps it comes from the simple fact that it made me feel more like what I will feel like in heaven as a princess of my sovereign Lord and King, Jesus Christ, than I had every felt before that wonderful day… I think I like that last thought best.
Lastly I have a couple “linen” things, with a child’s ballet slipper to boot. The soft pastel quilt, on the far right, was made for me when I was a tiny, 7 pound newborn. I slept on this blanket for a couple years before I graduated to “big girl” bed; and then I don’t remember where it went. But sooner or later, it was handed back over to me to keep in my closet. I forgot about it, and then when I got my hope chest, I realized its value again, and promptly stowed it away.
The Log Cabin patterned quilted table runner, in the back, was crafted by the lovely Charlotte a year or two ago as a birthday present. I love the spunk that comes out of the brightly colored fabrics! It will be a spring decoration for sure!
The “J” button bag was made by yours truly many years ago at a Keepers At Home club we were a part of at our old church in Washington state. This was one of my few attempts as hand sewing, and I think I did a fairly decent job on the little thing. For years I carried my coloring pencils and paper to Church in its denim folds. It went through a lot of wear, but somehow, it never lost a button, nor produced a hole!
The Bonnet was bought on our first escapade out to Amish Country, specifically Adam’s County. I wore it a few times in play, but it will be saved for little curly heads belonging to me one day (I pray).
The ballet slipper was a one time paired with a sister slipper, but we have excused ourselves from the engaging play of dress up and fantasy for so many years, that it would be hard to place the missing one. I danced ballet during my 4th and 6th years of little girlhood, and those were some of the most fun days I can remember! If you all could have seen me in my little tutu at my first recital! It was so pretty!
How were you blessed by this series?
What Childhood things are you saving?
Have any of you been apart of a Keepers At Home club?
Which of the memories I shared here is your favorite?
Well my friends, the time has come to say goodbye to this blog series. I hope that you have been blessed by what I have shared in material things, as well as spiritually encouraged.