Light and Blooms

The letter J took me to an old (vintage) jewelry box that was my moms. It also led me to some (vintage) juice glasses that I have picked up at thrift stores. Don't you just love the word VINTAGE better than OLD?? I do! The jewelry box was purchased for my mom by my dad from Pier 1 many years ago when Per 1 was mostly just wicker and hemp and macramé. I know it was an indulgent purchase even then. I remember this jewelry box sitting on her bureau and holding all the special jewelry that my mom had. I loved to look through it and hear the stories of where some of the older pieces came   from. The mink clip on earrings, the silver and onyx bangle bracelet, the silver hammered scrimshaw bracelet that was very Asian and was never worn, but always treasured. When my mom passed away in 1988, the jewelry box was one item of my moms that I requested to have. For many years I used it. It sat on my dresser top and was a delight to my eyes and a fond memory maker of my mom. A

So it seems that although I was headed in the right direction to organizing using the alphabet, I did not count on the momentum I was building up as I concentrated on one letter, one project per day. Perhaps I was taking on too much too quick. Much like running down hill, you start off controlled and putting one foot in front of the other in an orderly fashion. Then all of a sudden, you take a leap and you are airborne and on the verge of a tumble rather than a run. In September, I recall that I stopped at the letter "I" to step back and get an "I"impression of what I accomplished and what needed to be done. This caused a major "INTERRUPTION" as I looked around at the projects I wanted to accomplish but at the same time wanted to keep moving forward. So before I took that fateful leap forward that may have resulted in a tumble or roll down the hill, I INTERRUPTED the process and concentrated on cleaning up loose ends.     What have I bee