My Mother's Powder Box ~ A Favorite Thing

My mother's powder box.... 

Oh how I remember dancing to its music

round and round

in her bedroom

I had a doll that was just about as big as me and we would twirl and sing all around her room. I can see that doll so clearly -- she had brown hair like me, and a beautiful blue dress that my mother made for her. It had ruffles and little pink flowers around the bottom edge. Puffy sleeves. 

No doubt she made a dress just like it for me.

The music is a bit slow and crackly now, but I still love to hear it. I don't know the tune but I can hear it in my head even without winding up the music box.

It was a powder box and my mother kept her face powder in it. 

There's still a pink blush inside where her powder puff tinted the bottom. 

I don't care that the metal doesn't shine anymore, or that the paint on the feet knobs has cracked, or that the music doesn't sound so lovely now. It stays on my dresser and reminds me of my mother, 

and the little girl who twirled round and round with her doll.

♥♥♥  Linking my powder box to A Favorite Thing Saturday over at
          Mockingbird Hill Cottage
          and to Pink Saturday at How Sweet the Sound

                                      


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