A few weeks ago, I was reading a blog and was struck by a memory which led to a moment of panic because I couldn't remember the last time I had seen something which means a lot to me.
My dad was not one for buying gifts on his own and I can only remember him ever doing so about twice in my life. Once was when I was nine years old and he had to go to Cape Town on business. He was only gone a couple of days but he brought back something each for me and mum.
My surprise was a glass jar filled with marshmallows and tied with a pink ribbon. The marshmallows didn't last long as you can imagine but the glass jar has survived many house moves and even an overseas move.
It has spent most of its time filled with cotton wool balls on my dressing table and at one time served as a display for seashells. That decorating phase ended a while ago and I could not remember where my jar was.
I spent the whole day looking for it and found it in a cupboard, empty and forlorn, so when I was next out, I bought some brand new ribbon and a packet of marshmallows and restored it to it's original glory. Wonder how long these marshmallows will last? Probably not long, but the memory will last forever.
Linking in to Tuesday Treasure at Melody's The House on the Side of the Hill
Such a gorgeous jar filled with memories. Thank you so much for sharing.ReplyDelete
Aw, this almost made me cry. So sweet! :)ReplyDelete
Such a lovely story.ReplyDelete
What a lovely story and a pretty jar and I am so happy you have restored it to its original glory :-)ReplyDelete
What a touching story and I am so glad you found your jar!ReplyDelete
Such a beautiful post Cath And as a lover of marshmallows I think your special jar full of them is just perfect. What a special treasure.ReplyDelete
What a precious memory!ReplyDelete
Lovely post Cath, what a special treasure your jar is and so pretty too with the marshmallows and ribbon.ReplyDelete