I felt crafty again and dug into my collection of vintage bottles. What started as a simple bottle decoration, quickly evolved into a shadow box idea. The box was actually the packaging from a recent glass supply purchase from an Etsy seller, (glass for my soldered jewelry). How fun to get a wooden box instead of cardboard. I have a very old and falling-apart book with handwriting in German (?) that appears to be related to gardening. Although the pages are slightly brittle, I was able to run a page through my desktop printer to add my name to a piece. The tiny frames are actually and old and grimy compact that had a mirror. I was able to simply rub off the silvering to create clear glass to frame a sweet little picture of a nest. I love nests. The whole concept of nests say parenting to me. I dug around and found some old sealing wax and sealing stamp with an H that I picked up somewhere years ago. I have a giant dictionary ripe for the picking (don’t worry, I only tear up books that are already quite damaged.) I tore from it the definition of family and glued scrap-booking type-writer buttons down the side. The nest is from my father-in-law’s vineyard in Sonoma that the kids brought home one day after picking grapes. The little egg was already cracked. I tried to preserve the good side of the egg, but unfortunately it broke as I was glueing it in place.
To me, the tiny egg symbolizes my sweet baby Grace, who at 8 months gestation died in utero 14 years ago today. Tomorrow will mark her birth. Still and forever in my heart and never forgotten.
I am so grateful to God for my precious, precious family.