The box didn’t hold pastels, though (an art supply).
I opened the box and gasped. Two nearly perfect royal icing roses that have been stored in my walls for the last 60 years stared back at me. What are the odds that they would be in such great condition after all these years? I fell in love with these right away. Why would someone save these? What special occasion where these made for? A wedding, graduation, or birthday?
The other things that we’ve found seemed more like stuff that just got stuffed in the walls. These felt different. I’ve thought of them often and the people who made this house their home for so many years. Would they be pleased with what we’ve done? If only these walls could talk; I guess I’ll just go on wondering about these roses.
If you are new to my blog, welcome! You might also like the old magazines, board games, and mailing tubes that we’ve found in the walls of our house. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you stick around a bit.