Wishes

Wishes are funny things. They come in unninvited, sit on your bed and refuse to leave. Wishes are like fluttering birds that distract you and make you dizzy. They start quite small and grow very big. They feed on every sigh then fall asleep on your eyelashes. They are invisible but you can touch them. They don't speak but you can hear them. They'll make you cry and drink your tears. Wishes travel alone or in large numbers.  Wishes have magic powers that can make you behave in unexpected ways. Wishes perch on your shoulder and are constant companions. They will lift your spirit or bring it crashing down. You will never know where wishes come from or why they choose your company, but be aware! your life won't be the same once they make your heart their home... 

Velvet

In my last post I praised the beauty of lace, then today, strolling down the "Fabric Path" I have come face to face with Velvet and I am breathless. Velvet is a sultry, passionate love affair where there is no room for logic and everything is transformed.

A Velvet cape brings magic to the forest.

Velvet is luscious.

Velvet is alluring.

Velvet is beautiful.

Velvet is majestic.

Please let me rest my head on a Velvet pillow and touch the visions only I can see...

Note: Photos by Weheartit.com, Arm St., and Flicker

My love for lace

"I consider lace to be one of the prettiest imitations ever made of the fantasy of Nature; lace always evokes for me those incomparable designs which the branches and leaves of trees embroider across the sky, and I do not think that any invention of the human spirit could have a more graceful or precise origin."

Coco Chanel, April 29, 1939 

It is precisely because of the fantasy that lace evokes that it is my most favorite fabric of all.  Cotton is soft, light, familiar as a second skin. Velvet is sensual, regal, mysterious, but lace is the fabric of dreams and romance...

A hat is a crowning glory

Cuffs are grand and elegant

A bride becomes a dream

Not only does lace transform a dress, a curtain, or a veil, but it also transforms the fields on warm Summer days...

I never cease to marvel at this Queen's beauty

the one and only: Queen Anne Lace!

Note: Photos by Gypsy Moon, Weheartit.com and Flicker

Empty birdcages for me.

Birds are one of my most favorite creatures. Their grace and tenderness, their strength and fascinating peculiarities, and above all, their song. As a young child, I loved fairytales of princesses who were serenated by their feathered friends.


During our first year of marriage my husband (ever so indulging) gave me a couple of Love Birds. They were so beautiful!  Soon after, guilt showed up. Our birds were clean, well fed, loved, but every afternoon when I returned from work there they were: in a cage. In spite of myself, and because I loved them so, I started to imagine what they would tell me if they could speak. I was secretly tormented until I finally decided they had to go. Arrangements were made and we gave our birds to someone else.


It took a while for me to realize that this personal abhorrer of birds in cages stems from personal past experiences. I was emotionally stiffled and controlled for years, living in a beautiful, clean "cage" performing boring duties, doing imposed chores, always trying to please others while constantly being aware of an outside world I could not reach and enjoy. Oh, I do know what is like!


The birds I feed come and go freely. In my garden I have several spots for their enjoyment and the pleasure they bring is priceless. The birdcages I own hold roses or candles and I always make sure their doors are never closed...

Conversations

When no one listens, you are there.

When nightfall is near and peace is far...

When the wind plays music on the wooden chimes

You are there...in my heart.