My brother and I made this stepping stone for my grandmother (long ago, when his foot was still able to be contained in 12"x12" cement), and it resided in her condo patio garden in Nashville for (I'm guessing?) 15 years or so. Along the way a few shells were lost, and moss began to take hold in the surfaces and crevices. This winter, Go Go (as she is affectionately known to her grand and great grandchildren) moved into assisted living, and this stone was one of the many treasures I brought home with me. This summer we'll move it to a nice spot in our own garden.And yes, my foot still fits in the groves perfectly.
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Love this - it's so YOU. Happy birthday a day late, by the way!
Thanks dude! Happy totally late birthday to you as well! I remembered it, I just didn't remember to do anything about it...
Rylie got so excited about this post I had to put her down and come back to comment. She has become obsessed with cats. And in her words espscially "blue ones"
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