Our new house is lovely… and full of bare walls. My father is a good framer, so I loaded up a bunch of stuff that we’ve collected through our travels and hauled it off to their house.

Presto! I have a house full of art!

Pen and Inks
It feels interesting to see all of this in one spot with nice frames and matting. Most of them are pen and ink pieces and small watercolors we’ve bought in market squares all over Eastern Europe. I can remember buying many of them; one was still in the muddy plastic wrap that the baba sold it to me in. The leap from Krasno Celo in Sofia, Bulgaria to my dining room wall in western St. Louis County is a bit of a headspin.

My walls won’t be bare anymore. And I’ll have a house full of memories.

There’s plenty of room to add more though.

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