curio cabinet

May 6, 2014 at 3:00 pm 8 comments




shelves lined with trinkets

worthless to anyone else

my lifelong treasures





some of my many swans

The little dancer music box was a gift from my grandfather.  It is over 40 years old and, yes, it plays Tchaikovsky’s ‘Swan Lake’



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8 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Abhilasha S.  |  May 6, 2014 at 3:31 pm

    This is so pretty 🙂 and a great haiku for the description 🙂

    • 2. words4jp  |  May 6, 2014 at 5:07 pm

      Thank you so very much:)

  • 3. Dom DiFrancesco  |  May 6, 2014 at 5:26 pm

    Beautiful Kimberly. No one else would appreciate these things the way that you do, that is what makes them priceless. 🙂

  • 4. MichelleMarie  |  May 6, 2014 at 6:22 pm

    Beautiful display of love! I love swam too! 🙂

  • 5. Brenda  |  May 8, 2014 at 1:22 am

    So pretty! You managed not to break them for that long!! Good for you!

    • 6. words4jp  |  May 8, 2014 at 11:37 am

      They are treated like babies:) New born babies and I have trained those around me not to touch! or else…..

      • 7. Brenda  |  May 8, 2014 at 3:35 pm

        That clearly works. 🙂 They are pretty. I like swans, too.

  • 8. Kirsten  |  May 8, 2014 at 7:07 pm

    Trinkets are great memory keepers…


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