Life shifts but some things linger. I re-created my childhood living room, everything aqua and brown, very 60's style. I painted the brown sofa with silver threads running through it and the afghan that was always on the back, then I found the picture of my sister and I sitting on it and she sent me a picture of the afghan. I didn't realize it was still around. We don't have many hierlooms in this family; the bookcase my dad built, mom's china and this afghan. Objects which tether us to memory.