Happiness is: my grandfather’s desk

03/24/2010 at 9:46 am | Posted in Happiness is, I take too many pictures | 2 Comments

I remember climbing up into my Poppi’s lap as a kid and digging around the drawers. He was very meticulous and had everything really well organized, down to the tiny rolls of stamps in neat rows. My grubby little hands all over his stuff probably made him grit his teeth, but he never showed it. I love having this beautiful piece of furniture — and reminder of my grandparents — in our home.



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  1. There’s something so magical about the space of someone you love…that’s my argument anyways for why I was always rooting around in your dresser and closet! You should feel honored.

    • And my diary? Um, yeah. Honored.


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