Tuesday, May 13, 2008

tuesday's treasures

these sweet little bells
were made by brittni and cory.
i don't know what day exactly they were given to celebrate
but they were made in 1989.
i know it was a school project
so i am assuming that the colors were already assigned
as the twins were never in the same class
and there are only slight differences in these little singing treasures.
of course, stranger things have happened,
i once took them, independently, to the eye doctor
for a checkup and to pick out glasses
and they picked out the very same frame!
i guess i need to ask if they remember more about the making of these little gifts!

7 comments:

Annette said...

o how sweet....you hear of stories all the time of twins doing or feeling the same as the other,the bond they have, I know when my Mom's heart is bothering her, my stirs up, theres other little stories, its strange, it's just a bond, the contection, and they too probley, most diffentley have it, I love the bells. hug's & lots more Annette

Jeanne said...

How precious indeed.
I love all that you share and love your visits and kind words.
Much love and many blessings~
Love Jeanne
X0X0

Joni said...

what beautiful bells and sweet reminders of when they were little...just precious!

Hugs,
Joni

Brittni said...

I don't think that they would tell us what colors to paint the bells but I could be wrong. That would take the creativity out of the whole project. That is funny if we painted them the same on our own. Notice on one, the handle is painted. We probably made these for mothers day or something. The date wasn't on them? Oh how fun!!!! Love you!

Carol Dunton said...

these are just treasures!! how sweet to have along with the special memories! you are a wonderful mom, Kimberly... you love your family in the past, the present and with what the future holds! : )
VB

~Red Tin Heart~ said...

What beautiful and thoughtful gifts. They are to be treasured.. Like you.
Sending you love. xoxo Nita

Phyllis Russell Franklin said...

Oh heart of my heart. There can be nothing better than the sweet, innocent gifts of little hands.

Hugs to you, Phyllis