This image has been brought to my attention 3x's in the last 3 days
so, I felt compelled to post it. This visual image means different things to
each one of us. This belonged to my mother. It was a gift and I know she loved it.
I know that because it was kept out on a table for everyone to see, not in a drawer or closet
where some of my gifts were often saved for later. Why do we always think we know
what someone else might like? That sounds like a good starting point for a story.
So tell it...at least start one sentence about the gift that didn't make it to the table!