It all started with having our windows washed at our home in town. Our building was built in 1929 with classic large windows in each room, all of which we have shutters on both the top and bottom, which makes creating the space cozy by closing them in a quick minute. But most of the time we leave the top part open, streaming in tons of glorious light during the day and the twinkle of the downtown buildings at night. It had been quite sometime since we had the outside professionally cleaned, as it involves a bit, actually make that quite a bit, of work by a pro with a big ladder to get the job done. But when they are cleaned, oh my, our hearts sing. Which lead me to polishing hotel silver and moving a bunch of ‘things’ around in the living room & entry way, in the built in shelves & etageres and on a few of the table top surfaces. Which got me thinking about stuff. Objects to me hold history. I am so drawn to old things as I feel they have an energy and history to them. They remind us of travels, gifts from friends, and become a timeline of your life. The afternoon I spent moving things around was like a walk down memory lane. Even though our home is filled with lots of stuff, we edit ruthlessly and only keep objects that have deep meaning to us. By keeping only the things you truly love, even if it is quite a bit, both your eye and heart lands on each and every thing with happiness. Moving, polishing, and cleaning those beloved possessions just reconnects us with them and the memories they evoke.