"one man's junk is another man's treasure."
At least it is in this case. This is my little garage sale treasure that I mentioned in the previous post. I spotted it at my neighbors' as I was bringing boxes over to unpack in her garage. Instantly, I was flooded with memories of my grandma who passed away nearly 20 years ago, and the same pink dish of powder she kept in her bathroom closet. This one is empty now, and the satiny puff missing, but it still smells of that sweet powder that grandma would let my cousin, Amy (also now passed) and I carefully dust ourselves with as we played beauty shop in her bathroom. I ignored the temptation to buy it on my first trip over to her garage, but found myself thinking about it most of the afternoon yesterday, so when I went back last evening with more "treasures" to unload, I scooped it up without blinking. Mmmm. I love that smell. This one happened to belong to my neighbor's mother, and I was happy to pay the 25 cents for the priceless memories it stirred up. I'm not sure yet what I'll do with it, but for now it sits on my dresser where I can lift the lid and soak up the sweet memories anytime I please. I have a few pieces of grandma's costume jewelry, and her pearls that I may keep in here now...who knows. I'm just so tickled with my lucky find, perhaps grandma or Amy had more to do with it than luck, I hope they're tickled that I recognized it. Thanks, I miss you both.
