Random ish from my grandma's

This butterfly was killed and frozen in time by my grandmother. Now it sits in my living room.


Coasters,


art (my family seal),


milk glass,


plates,



old Bourban sniffers for my non-existent bar



and a duck that was hand carved by my great grandfather. Doug found it and I am kind of in love. I really believe in filling your house with things that have meaning to you {unless it is a ridiculously good looking console table, that is okay too.}


Who knew my grandmother's basement could be more exciting than HomeGoods.