Who doesn’t love a white elephant exchange? My friend’s parents are invited to several every Christmas season, so I always have my eye open for them, because working in an antique store you really never know what is going to come in the door.
When we were at my grandma’s for her funeral, I came across several things that screamed White Elephant to me. The joke got to be that “If you were the last to touch it, you had to take it”.
There wasn’t much room to bring stuff home so I crammed every nook and cranny with the jems I found.
The first three, I am pretty certain are crafts that someone made at the nursing home she was a volunteer at. (If you think these are eye catching just wait until I find the memory card of the things we didn’t have room to bring home.
(Yes, its a fan made out of plastic forks).
The original 1951 kitchen curtains I found in her dresser drawer.
The napkin holder that sat on their kitchen table.
One of a million bags she saved…. this one has got be to older than Noodle. Yes, most have yellowed masking tape stuck to them so you know what was in it. This one says zucchini in grandma’s chicken scratch.
Making a blog encore, the fish from the bathroom wall. Don’t want anyone to cry.
A macrame owl. I think my mom made it. c.1972.
I have no idea.
Now though, it seems the joke is on me. I don’t have the heart to part with ANY of these. What I will ever do with them, I don’t know. Maybe some day the emotional attachment will be gone. At this point thought, I kinda doubt it.
And, as an added bonus for you making it this far… a picture of grandma’s wedding rings.