The Witch Is In

As many of you who know me very well know, I have a varied and sometimes strange assortment of collections—I started having children when I was just 19 and by the time I was 25 I had collected 4 sweet little girls. Although they’re not little any more they are the very best and most cherished of my collections. They have enriched my life in ways I can only begin to list and my relationships with them are priceless.

A little later I found the most charming antique salt spoons at the DeAnza flea and simply couldn’t resist and so bought the beginning of my salt spoon collection. I have a few on display and actually use them with the accompanying salt cellars. I still wonder why we ever stopped using them—because I still think they are so charming.
I am pretty sure that sometime long, long ago—like in the life before I was in charge of a bunny farm. As a result of that past life I now have many—well several bunnies in my house. I probably have one or two in every room of my house although you’d have to look to find them.


And lastly I love Halloween and have some unknown connection to the whole witch thing. I’d like to believe it has nothing to do with witch behavior or even looking like a witch. I hate heights and so am pretty sure the whole riding on a broom thing would never work for me—but I do seem to enjoy having several out in my house during October—hence the pictures of this newly created witch. I love her hat and especially her shoes :)
I have continued to add to some of my collections. I added 2 little boys with my marriage to Ernie and continue to add a salt spoon or bunny from time to time. Several years ago at my Grandmothers funeral there was a table displaying all the chickens she had collected during the last several years of her life. She had 22 grandchildren and as we left that afternoon each of us were able to pick a chicken to take home with us. I still have that chicken and I still remember her collection on high shelves around her home. But more, I remember sweet memories of being in her home, watching her in her gardens and spending family dinners with her. I hope that one day after I am gone those I love will remember with a smile these odd things that help to describe and define me but mostly I hope I leave a memory of being a wife, mother, sister and daughter who loves and collects bits and pieces from those I love most.