It’s interesting the things that you loved from your childhood. From your favorite dishes to a certain item around the house that you try to tactfully ask your parents to leave to you rather than your brother. Me, I’m not known for tact when it comes to asking for stuff at all. I always figure it never hurts to ask. And both my parents have never had a problem telling me no to my requests. (Not to say that I wasn’t spoiled rotten, but they had their limits!)

I have always loved this one picture my mom had in our dining room of the Last Supper. I knew that it would be mine one day for the simple reason that I’m the “religious” one. My brother goes to church but isn’t much into religious art. The problem was that I didn’t want to wait to get my favorite painting. For years, I have been begging my mom to give me this piece of art for my dining room. How could she refuse? But refuse she did until last Spring. As she finally passed it on, she told me that she never really liked it anyway. Really? She liked it enough to refuse me for several years.

Lance took one look at it and asked when I was throwing it away. So I hid it for several months and finally last week took it out and placed it on top of the china cabinet. I had redone the top, and it made a nice addition. Lance didn’t notice for two days. Now he is telling me I have to get rid of it.

How can I get rid of this piece that always makes me smile. I used to stare at it despite the fact that we weren’t allowed in the dining room. The reason I stared: it’s a Hologram. I could turn my head and see either the Last Supper or Jesus. Lance thinks it looks like it should be sold at one of the stalls at a flea market. I guess in theory it’s slightly cheesy and the ornate frame always made it seem prettier than it was.

Since our dining room is about to become a regularly used room once the next baby arrives, I have to come up with a solution. I don’t think I can listen to jokes about my picture for the rest of my life.