In the hours and hours that I spend sitting nursing (on the couch, in the rocking chair, in the bed...) I've really had a chance to study my space. I realized the other day what a great portion of what we've chosen to decorate our walls is artwork created by our family members.
There are intaglio prints that I clumsily made in grad school.
Pencil drawings sketched by my great-grandmother almost 115 years ago.
A painting by 18-year-old Steve.
A woodcut of a Japanese girl that my mom made when she was in high school (that went on to win a blue ribbon at the state fair!).
I really love that our home is warmed with these things and filled with the creative spirit of those who created them.