A postcard found years ago at some little flea market in France.
I kept it.
It has followed me for years, sitting on my deak, wedged between the glass and pane in the kitchen window, taped in my armoire, used as a bookmarker, adorn my blog.
It is something about her regard, the way her hat shadows her, the feeling of calm I take in when I see it...as if she is listening.
Funny how things can take on a life of their own, and seem to bring us something that we acknowledge useful, helpful or lucky.
Chelsea has a stuffed bunny that she has had since she was one or two.
French Husband has a navy sweatshirt that is at least twenty years old.
Sacha has a cartouche .
What is something you have?