Today was the first time we stayed at Traci’s parents’ new house. As I was getting ready for bed, I noticed this weird clump of reddish material on my bedside table. Traci said it was a jewelry holder she’d made for her mom way back in the day.
It honestly kinda freaked me out to look at it. It doesn’t even look like it’d hold that much jewelry. I guess I can understand parents being proud of the little crafts that their children bring home, but if my child brought me something like this, I think I would’ve promptly put them in a mental home.
Love you, babe!