A Sentimental Journey

Jamie Fingal checking in on urban sketching - inside my house.  I am spending a great deal of my time integrating things that are sentimental to me, from my parents house, into my own house.  Things that tug at my sleeve, and remind me of my childhood, my parents and grandparents.  "What we keep to remind us who we are," has become a series in my quilting life.  These are small drawings of a few of my favorite things. 

My mother collected Hummel's, and this is one that I received from her collection.  It is chipped and parts of it are glued together, but I love it all the same.

My baby cup from my Auntie Bill, who thought at the "Jamie" was a boys name, hence forth "The Girl Kind," which I find rather humorous coming from a woman named Bill.

This old stapler was always on my dad's desk, and it reminds me of him.

The movie projector, and I have 3-4 boxes of movie reels to watch later.  It might make a great lamp in the future, to preserve it.

My mom's most favorite lamp, that looks like it could really serve tea, and it would be delicious.

I remember this fondly, brought to family picnics.  I am glad they saved it after all of these years.  It is just so classic.

My dad and I both loved old things, and I think this camera will look great on a shelf in my studio.  We both shared, with great enthusiasm, the art of taking pictures.

This has been forever in my parents kitchen, and my mom used it to hold recipe cards.