Wooden Box

I am obsessed with wooden boxes, and it started with this one.  I was exploring some closets at my Grandma’s and came across this one as a teenager.  Of course, I asked if I could have it and of course Grandma said yes.   I am not sure what it was that made me have to have it.  I just adored the worn look, the faded flowers that were missing a chunk.    It sits with my many others and I had forgotten what if anything was even in it.  When I opened it, there was no gold, and why some of things in it were, I do not know.  But looking at it still brings me joy.