The Little (Sometimes Tangible) Things

We talk so much about putting our energy into people… not things… and I whole-heartedly agree!

But sometimes, things DO matter, especially to sensitive souls like me when we’re talking about people who have gone ahead on their journey and no longer live among us. Some of the *things* they left behind matter quite a lot!

Today, I’d like to introduce you to one of those things.

But first, I must reintroduce you to my grandmother. We called her “Nana”.

I’ve talked about her before, of course, and you may read about her in THESE POSTS. Or, this post will stand alone. Up to you!

Nana was my mother’s mother and my very best friend on earth! When I was old enough and had a car of my own, one of the first places I drove was to my grandparent’s house.

When my grandfather died, in 1980, my grandmother and I grew even closer, though (looking back) it’s hard to imagine how that could be. We were kinda joined at-the-hip.

She always seemed younger than she really was… by decades. At least, until the end. But that’s another story.

It was during those in-between years that she presented me with the gift I want to talk about today.

Back in the day – like… ummm… the 1970s and into the 80s… macrame’ was all the rage. We all had pieces! Nana had the most beautiful plant hanger I’d ever seen, with a birdcage and cardinals (I think! – They were a vibrant red, that’s what I remember most!).

I wish I had a photo of it at the time. It was stunning!

She LOVED IT so much!! But through the years, styles changed, and it found itself relegated to her back bedroom, which was the guest room. Macrame’ was no longer popular and went away with earth tones, baskets on the wall, and geese in the kitchen – I even had a goose deviled egg dish! LOL

It was around this time that she said, “When I die, I want you to have it.” Of course, I told her she must never die. Several times over the next five years or so, she told me she wanted me to have it. I told her I loved it, of course, but I wanted her to keep it. Then one day, she’d taken it down and had it packed, ready for me to take. Of course, I couldn’t refuse.

I think I understood, as she did, that times were changing. Not long after, she went into an assisted living place, which was a massive downsizing for her. Had I not taken it when I did, it might have been lost forever.

So, I’ve had it for years. Years and years, though moves and marriages. The last ten years or so, it’s been hanging in my home but looking quite a bit worse for wear. It was basically in a dark corner, no plant inside, gathering dust.

One day last month, I looked up at it and thought…

Nana would be horrified! Those birds look sick! There’s dust all over it and cobwebs, too.

Icky, dirty, old… all the more outdated looking given the … un-care? Is that a word?

Nana’s beloved birdcage needed some loving care… or a trip to the trash can.

I opted for some TLC.

I was going to try and get new feathers for the birds but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it just wouldn’t be the same. So, instead, I cleaned it – literally with soap and water in the shower. I worked on the birds – best I could – and bought a new plant for it.

The featured photo is the finished product.

Nana would be proud — as long as she doesn’t look too closely at the birds. But from a distance, they’re okay…

One might say…


I say…


Because Nana’s hands touched it, along with mine. She loved it, as I have. It may never go to another home once I’m gone… but it will have been well-loved until then.

No more dark, dusty corners.

This is what I worked on today. It makes me feel fantastic!

How about you?

Is there something that you’ve been meaning to pay attention to? <<< Yeah, not good English but it makes good sense! LOL

Things — tangible things — do matter. At least, some of them.

Nana’s birdhouse is one of those things.

I love it!


  1. I so totally know: “Is there something to which you have been meaning to pay attention” just doesn’t cut it in this literary context, right? I run into this all the time, and generally make the same decision you did. Communication is for the recipient! Diversity and adaptability rule! 👍👏👏☺️

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