there was great energy in the studio today. i had several lovely people drop in, browse, buy and chat. i made little cushions that i love. i had planned to get photos of them to post, but the day and light moved too quickly for me.
one of the ladies who stopped in left me with a beautiful fragmented story. just an image really, a feeling to build a story on. she simply told me that in the late 1940s, as a small child she was staying at her friends cottage. she remembers lying silently in the dark listening to the older sisters tell a wild and fantastical tale, based on the wizard of oz, but spiraling into a storied tale that left the original almost unrecognizable. they were entertaining themselves, not realizing the little ones lying in the dark were listening intently to their words and that 60+ years later it would be a cherished memory shared in a shop while buying a husbands birthday card. childhood memory is a powerful presence through our entire lives.
I love that picture of the doors.
ReplyDeletewhat a sweet thing . when i was working in our coffee shop in greece that was my favorite part. people sharing stories. in the evenings exhausted from the busy day, i would write some of them down. i thought it so precious and lovely , i didn`t want to forget them... i dream of a place like this. where people can feel relaxed and safe. `couse thats when they start sharing : )
ReplyDeletejen....you would love even more the treasures that were behind those doors. there was great stuff in there.
ReplyDeletedemie....i think we share the love of little moments. i love hearing brief little snippets of conversation that can send your mind away on it's own little journey.
I love the photograph of this door and windows. Is this your studio? shop? Your life is so lovely
ReplyDeletethank you....no, the door isn't my studio...it's an antique place with all sorts of broken down treasures.
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