My grandmother painted china. One of the last times that I visited her, she had all her "treasures" out for us to choose from. I hated it, but it means that I have this. I chose the daisies (go figure) and the dogwoods. I also have a tiny Austrian cup that Granddad drank hot chocolate out of as a child and a couple of other things from that day. (Pulling these out was probably not the *best* way to spend part of the day when I was sick, but it's tough to come up with photos when you don't leave the house.)It was her funeral that brought me here for the job interview...
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