Iknow a lady that wouldn’t call herself one, but I do, I call her an artist. She has a knack for keeping and creating items loaded with nostalgic memories. Her house is filled with trinkets and mementos, even mundane things that each have a little story or association from her life. We all do it, but somehow she seems to have a knack at it. She sewed me these mittens made from an old man’s coat & sweater. Somehow they seem just right. Time to tug them on for a walk down to the corner drug store.