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.
Toys In My Nephew's Attic
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