Saturday, May 7, 2011

dreams




I have the tea ready to pour into beautiful, hand painted mismatched cups, a hand embroidered linen cloth on the table, a dainty crystal plate of School Boy chocolate dipped cookies (I'm not a baker) and there is a yummy apple cinnamon pie scented candle burning. Soothing low volume music drifting though the air. For sale: original art by me and some talented people I love. One area displays wonderful old vernacular photography of people from a hundred years or more ago along with vintage unique handbags/pocket books/purses and vintage soft cotton petticoats and pinafores-you know the kind- with pin tucks, lace and white on white embroidery (no velcro, no siree, just the tiniest little mother of pearl buttons as closures). That's what I would do if I could have a dream brick and mortar shop!




1 comment:

Shelley said...

Wonderful dreams...blessings on your Mother's day...