This will probably turn out to be one of my most treasured presents - ever. One of my granddaughters made this photo frame for me. She cut up some old, duplicate photos to paste heads of herself and her two brothers, but her little sister only got one tiny picture down in the right corner. She interspersed them with polka dots of glue that had glittery bits in it. It doesn't show up here, but on my desk, it sparkles like tiny diamonds. I love it, but there's a sad, sad note to it.
Her mom told me that what she used to make this frame was photos of them with their father; the idiot who has only come to see them once or twice in the last 5 years. She decided she didn't want those photos any longer, even though her mom had saved them for all the children so they'd have pictures of him. I find it incredibly sad that any child is put in that position, and I completely understand why the children do not want to think about him anymore (I don't either.) I know that there will come a time when they will get curious about him, and so I have a whole manila folder of photos from happier times to give them when they are older, if they ask.
On a lighter note, last night I put the Christmas stuff away and today I cleaned the living room, including all the bookshelves. If you have seen photos of that room, you'll know how involved that is! I had told myself I needed to thin out the knick-knacks (sp?) and I removed about 6 things (which is a drop in the bucket), and moved some of the photos around. Whew. Tomorrow I tackle the bathrooms. Phew.