This cute little mobile belonged to my late Mother. It was originally strung with black thread which promptly broke apart once I hung it up because of age. (I don’t think she hung this mobile up in quite some time.) It made it into my hands and I enjoy it immensely as something to treasure from my childhood. I restrung it with fishing line. It is hanging on my enclosed screen porch. The little letters clink in the Gulf breeze as if to really say “Boo!”.
The Violet Fern 