I mentioned yesterday that Ron and I picked up my trunk from my parents house. The trunk is a family heirloom. My step-grandfather, better known as Tom, painted the outside and my mom relined the inside with pretty paisley patterned fabric. I absolutely love it and am so grateful for it. It’s nice to have something an ancestor once owned, kind of like a link through history to a family member you’ve never met, and I can really use the extra storage space. Plus it looks really good with our bed.