Yes, I've shared lots of pictures of my living room here. When the light comes in at the end of the day I just can't resist trying to capture it. But this time I am writing about my trunk.
It's from my dad's family (nothing with a family history or anything...just discarded trunks from my grandpa's time as a night watchmen at a charity hospital in the 1930s). My mom painted this for me when I was in high school. It traveled with me to college, to my first job in Detroit, and back to St. Louis. I used it as a night stand for all of those years and finally moved it to my living room a few years ago. I am not a "blue" girl and this may be the only blue thing I have in my house. But I love it and it was made just for me.