It seems like my mother has always loved beautiful things. I am hardly surprised because her whole garage is filled to the brim with old furniture, boxes of vintage fabric, dress patterns, porcelain and tons of other hidden treasures. She is a terrible hoarder but I love it because now that my sister and I have our own apartments, we get to decorate it with pretty things from my mommy's "collection". It is also where I found this little guy, packed away with other old photographs.
It now has a special place in my apartment amongst all the other print I love. A little reminder of the beauty of girlhood and how it's never really lost.
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