Note: Nobody gets to call my "Steffy," unless you've known me since I was in grade school!
Inside this chest are treasures from my paternal grandmother. She collected sets of china and other glass and dishware for my sister and me. Here are some of the things the cedar chest has protected for years.
Notice the masking tape on the small creamer in front. It's my grandmother's handwriting, and I hesitate to remove the tape. This grandmother is no longer living.
I find myself feeling torn between packing up these treasures and storing them safely back in the hope chest, and hosting a tea party to celebrate them and the life of my grandmother. They are so precious, I don't want to break them. And yet, I am sure she wanted them to be used.