I remember holidays and special occasions at my Nana's house, surrounded by family.
I remember living in her house while she was undergoing treatment for cancer, which ended up taking her life.
I don't have a lot of memories left, and only a few knick-knacks that make me think of her every now and then, like photographs, crocheted hangers in my closet, and part of her spoon collection.
Her collection that moved overseas with me, and has lived in a box in multiple garages over the past 10 years.
A while ago I came across a wooden spoon holder on one of my thrift shopping days. It was $10 and in perfect condition. It reminded me of those spoons so of course I had to grab it.
It just needed a little updating though, so I sprayed it with a few coats Krylon Catalina Mist, and sanded it down just a touch to let the wood peek through, and hung it on my dining wall.