Do you have silly things that have a memory tied to them for no apparent reason? I do. Lots of things like that. But in particular, I have this little pouch. Every time I see it, I remember my mom. Thing is, I have no physical connection between my mom and this pouch. It just reminds me of her.
It reminds me of how she always kept her camera in a pouch. Of all of her many, many pouches. It reminds me of how much she and I love Vera Bradley. Silly phone conversations and emails. All this in one little, point-and-shoot camera sized pouch.
Up until five days ago, it was lost. I had not been able to find it and there really are not that many places for things to hide in our house. When things go missing, I quickly learn that they're gone for good and deal with it. But thanks to a broken bed and some major dusting, I have my Kitty-infused memory pouch back again. And a place to store my camera. Win. Win. Win win win.
It reminds me of how she always kept her camera in a pouch. Of all of her many, many pouches. It reminds me of how much she and I love Vera Bradley. Silly phone conversations and emails. All this in one little, point-and-shoot camera sized pouch.
Up until five days ago, it was lost. I had not been able to find it and there really are not that many places for things to hide in our house. When things go missing, I quickly learn that they're gone for good and deal with it. But thanks to a broken bed and some major dusting, I have my Kitty-infused memory pouch back again. And a place to store my camera. Win. Win. Win win win.
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