There they sat, on the vanity in my aunt's guest room. The vanity was a beautiful piece of furniture from another time that made me feel like a princess. The mirror, comb and brush were treasured items sitting in a place of honor. I would sit on the stool and brush my hair for hours talking to myself about all the things that would happen in my life...all the dreams that would come true. The vanity is gone, my aunt is gone, and now I have the brush on my dresser in a place of honor. And sometimes I brush my daughter's hair and tell her all about the things that will happen in her life...all the dreams that will come true.
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passing that dream along to the next generation...smiles. sound like a beautiful thing to do...and remind someone of...happy tt!
What a wonderful treasure to have and to pass along.
A great way to pass things, dreams and truths...
Oh wow, this brings back many memories!
My mother had a fancy mirror and brush set when I was small. She probably wished she had a daughter rather than two sons. We never would have sat still for sentimentalism as youngsters.
Beautiful antiques and poignant words!
Lovely post! Are you sure your aunt didn't get these in Versailles? :-)
That made me smile, big time, & also brought tears to eyes at the same time... I used to do the same thing w/ my grandma's brush & mirror. That's a wonderful tradition to pass on thru the years! Now, excuse while I wipe these happy tears away =)
brushing each others hair - i used to do this with my daughters as well - beautiful tt
What a wonderful memory and may your daughter some day be saying the same.
Very sweet. MB
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