13 Polished Stones – when I was a little girl, polished stones made me happy. I used to rub their smooth surfaces and pretend they were precious jewels that would adorn beautiful pieces of jewelry. Sparkly jewels that one might find in a pirate’s chest… They still recall sweet childhood memories.
13 Bashed-Up Cars – this is probably one thirteenth the number of cars that are actually in my house. Some new, some really old, let’s just say they can blessedly occupy my son for hours. (Had to sneak this shot when he wasn’t looking…)