She even has the most precious pair of little boots that belonged to her dad when he was a kid. I really wish I had more things like that, old treasures that connect me to people who are important to me. I really love to collect old photos of people I don't even know, and I think Barb is so lucky that all these pictures we rehung in this room are of family members several generations back. My favorite is the one of the girls all dressed in the white ruffles.
Barb's whole family is actually musical, so some of the instruments are older and of sentimental or decorative value, but most of them are actually played. So it was important to Barb for this room to feel cozy and welcoming, to be a place where you could sink in and listen to an impromptu performance.
A last-minute touch we added the next day is this garland stretched across the window made of some hymnal pages I pulled for her straight-pinned to some black tulle. I just can't get enough of old typography and music and that combination of aged paper and black ink.