Tea cups and saucers and sugar bowls. Gravy boats and soup bowls. There are also clay creations from my children and glass vases that I pull out when it is time for flowers on the table.
On the very top of the hutch are books we have collected in our travels. Mostly old grammar books and some classics.They are not used, so they gather dust, but I like knowing they are there. It is comfortable and warm.
Down on the main part of the hutch is where the action is. Papers stacked up from school, report cards, pressing mail, photos, letters. Then there is our family portrait, a small black wooden clock, and black-stained sandalwood bookends from Africa.
I am all over the place in this house. Each room has a part of me spread around it, and I live in the walls and floors.