Reading about @tartdarling's familial "flood watch" made me think about how much I love having family heirlooms in my house.
Both my sisters and my mom are very talented at needlecrafts. I have four beautiful cross-stitches made by Sister 2: a huge one of St. Lucia (she was born on St. Lucy's Day) in the living room, and smaller ones of a fairy, bunnies, and a unicorn, all in Babette's room. In Dave's room I hung up a stunning quilt made by Sister 1. We also have two quilts by Sister 1 that we use as throws, which are unfortunately close to being "used up" (to borrow a delightful old phrase). Babette also has two quilts made especially for her by Sister 1 (a birth present and a Christmas present). And finally I have a quilt made by my mom on my bed.
Dave's mom made us a quilt as a wedding present -- all our wedding guests wrote messages on the squares in fabric marker, then his mom and her quilting group quilted it.
One of our bookcases was made by my grandfather. Apparently my mom's family teased her for liking books so much (no one else in the family was a big reader), but her dad, instead of making fun of her, made her her very own (big!) bookcase.
Not everything made the cut, though. My grandmother (the same one who thought books were silly) cross-stitched a little sampler (basically just my name with a border) when I was born. While she did manage to spell my first name correctly (that may have been the only time in my life she did), she also spelled my maiden name of McWilliams as MacWilliams. My mother claims that my narcissistic father was styling himself MacWilliams at the time, which may very well have been true, but I can't help thinking that immortalizing that in a sampler is the height of passive-agression. Oh, and grandma decided that brown was a good color for a newborn's sampler. I threw it in the trash.
I feel lucky to have so many wonderful things made by so many talented people!