Tonight I'm mad at myself.....sigh. Mad that I've let so much time pass since we bought our little Victorian cottage and not found a home for some of my most precious family heirlooms. Now I'm finding some are broken and I am just so mad at myself for allowing that to happen. I know they are just "things" but to me each has a special person attached and memories of that person come to mind whenever I see the item. This afternoon is was my grandmother's butter churn I found broken in a box of items still unpacked after all of these years. I just sat down and cried and have cried most of the afternoon since finding it. I'll perhaps be able to find a replacement jar but it will never be quite the same. Our house is so small and I guess I just thought leaving things packed away would protect them. Well I was wrong. Now I am going to have to find display solutions in this little tiny house. Ideas anyone?