I hate to keep special items buried in boxes in the attic. Precious mementos should be enjoyed, not forced into servitude as long-forgotten clutter.
This philosophy is how I ended up hanging my silver baby spoon on the kitchen wall.
Yes, it needs to be polished. I'm hoping my daughter who loves polishing will take care of that for me. Yes, she really does love to polish. We had to buy silver polish just for her. Seriously. We didn't even own any. I'm thinking of getting her a terribly tarnished set of silverware for her birthday.
Anyway, back to the baby spoon. It was laying about homeless for ages. I had no clue what to do with it. Suddenly, I realized one day that it needed to be in the kitchen. Spoon - food - kitchen. Perfect. I took a bit of ribbon leftover from an unwrapped present and tied a very imperfect bow. I would rather have used a blue ribbon, but this was what I had. The whole ensemble is hanging from a hidden yellow plastic thumbtack.
Here's a view of the area:
This is truly the most-viewed corner in the house and now I can see my baby spoon everyday without it taking up valuable storage space.
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