It was easy for me to pick out the word I wanted for today’s assignment. I couldn’t help but see it right away. Right there on top was the word “Treasure”.
How could I not pick out that word?
The name of my blog is Sarah’s Attic of Treasures.
When I hear the word treasures, Unlike Danny or many of you, I don’t think “buried treasures”. My mind conjures up attics and basement and old houses and treasures found within.
Oh WOW. My heart just pounds at the site shown here.
What is the history behind all of these clothes? The work boots?
I’d wear the hat if nothing fit.
Oh What Treasures I see.
I remember playing dress up at both my great aunt’s and my great grandparent’s houses.
All by myself. I never needed anyone else.
I was in a world of my own.
I would sit and write there as well. I can still see in my mind what happened and what I did.
I’d love an attic for my writing room. Hopefully with a huge window to let in the air.
I’d want to stay there forever.
When I was living in a subdivision in my early teens, I had a room downstairs. In the basement.
I took over the whole place except for the laundry room and the little TV room.
It was My Place. My Haven.
My place to dream.
I need to come up with a proper logo and cover for Sarah’s Attic Of Treasures.
I need to find the right photo I could use and then somehow learn to make them.
An old attic made into a writing room. Still filled with trunks and clothes and children’s things.
A place that lives in my dreams.
Sarah’s Attic Of Treasures is where I go searching other blogs and pages and find all sorts of Treasures. Then I save what I have found.
It started off on Facebook. I have written and shared exactly how that came about.
I needed a storage place to save what I liked. What I found and read and wanted to keep.
I thought of the attics I had seen growing up. People stored their past there. What they couldn’t part with. “Their treasures”. Broken or not. Everything had been loved at one time.
Look at the treasures here.I could find a place in my house for most of them. Our house is filled with hand me downs. Not old just not new.
I would love to add various dolls and toys and a high chair or 2.
I would be in Heaven with a chance like that.
So my word is “Treasures” . Old houses and the treasures inside of them.
Old Houses are treasures themselves.
I want to know the history of them. When they were built and when they last had people caring for them. Loving them. I want to hear their stories.
Houses call to me.
I was fortunate to have several old houses in our family while growing up.
Lived in houses. They still had love inside of them. I knew every crook and corner in them as well.
I loved hearing the stories.
In the near future:
Stories about the “Treasures” from my life. The old farm my great aunt lived in until she died.
The old farm house on the other side of the family.
My great grandparents lived there until their 90’s.
I have lot’s of stories to tell. “lot’s of Treasure” waiting to share.
Love from Sarah’s Attic Of Treasures.