It seems like every time we sort through things at my parents' house, I find something new to me. This weekend's finds included my mom's old transistor radio, a tiny Ball jar with handle, and a box of old photos that I've never seen before (including the one above of my parents the first summer they were married. it was tinted all red, but my dad's awesome mustache is hiding in there).
The little black and white photos are from my dad's childhood album, which made me laugh and almost tear up at the same time as he described all of the pictures he himself hadn't seen in probably 20 years. I'll save those for another post.