Every home has a drawer like this:

Old buckles, keys that don’t match anything anymore, a dried horseshoe nail, maybe a brass button off Grandpa’s coat. There’s no reason to keep any of it.

But we do.

Because there’s a story stuck to each piece.
And sometimes, stories weigh more than logic.

Love Keeps Strange Company

It’s funny, the things we carry forward — and not always the ones with a price tag.

You can walk into the most beautifully designed ranch home, styled to perfection — Pendleton throws, saddle leather, wood that’s been worked over by wind and fire — and still, you’ll find something in the corner that doesn’t match a single thing.

• A child’s ceramic horse, chipped and uneven
• A faded polaroid tucked behind a mirror
• That rusted pair of spurs no one’s worn in twenty years

It doesn’t belong in a catalog.
It barely qualifies as décor.
But somehow, it belongs more than anything else in the room.

We Don’t Always Choose the Things That Stay — They Choose Us

Ask anyone who’s had to pack up a loved one’s home.
It’s not the china set they can’t let go of.
It’s the coffee cup with the chipped lip.
It’s the coat still hanging by the back door.
It’s the handwritten recipe card, smudged from use and time.

In the West, we live close to the land and even closer to memory.
We know that not everything sacred is polished.
Some of it’s dusty. Bent. Heavy.

And we keep it anyway.
Not because it’s valuable —
but because someone valuable once touched it.

Design Has Room for Emotion

If you’re building a home — or shaping a room — and you’re looking for permission to keep the strange, the sentimental, the slightly broken…

Here it is:
You don’t need a reason beyond love.

Because design isn’t just about clean lines and perfect symmetry.
It’s about storytelling.
It’s about belonging.
It’s about the feeling someone gets when they walk into your home and know they’re being let into something real.

Your guests might not notice the old spoon by the sink.
Or the worn patch on your chair.
But you do.

And that’s enough.

These Are the Things That Outlast Us

You can inherit property. You can pass down leather.
But what you really leave behind are traces.

The smell of tobacco in a coat collar.
The squeak of that old screen door.
The dent in the floor from where the same boots always landed.

They won’t make it onto Zillow.
They won’t be part of the appraisal.

But ask your kids what they remember most…
And it’ll probably be something you almost threw away once.

This Sunday, Pick Something Up and Remember Why You Still Have It

• A ring that doesn’t fit anymore
• A dog-eared letter
• A horseshoe hung above a doorframe
A dish that never made it back into the cupboard

Don’t clean it. Don’t move it. Just sit with it.

Let it remind you that what makes a home isn’t just what we choose… it’s what chooses to stay.

1 comment

  • Tina Ann Sullivan
    • Tina Ann Sullivan
    • October 13, 2025 at 4:20 am

    We keep it in are heart.

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