Saturday, April 22, 2017

"there is always an aloofness, an elusiveness in Brownell's manner and personality, something shy and crepuscular, as though his real self dwelt in a closely guarded recess of contemplation from which it emerged more easily and freely in writing than in speech."

oh edith...

how i love those "closely guarded recesses of contemplation"!

E d i t h  had to go back to the library this week which signaled the end of my wintery reading spell.  Her autobiography was beautiful visiting for me.  Even the end papers:)
I will never tire of the way she frames her perceptions with words.

"All this is locked away in me in a safe place; but i must go there alone to count my treasures for if i offer them to other eyes they might turn into a pinch of dust."

"No treasure house of Atreus was ever as rich as a well stored memory."

"The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears."

I am soon on to the developments of the Summer collection for my shop as i outgrow the details of my Spring collection.  Each season brings new evolutions to mind.
New procurements of ponderments :)

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

institute studies from the procurement of imaginative wanderings:)

Thursday, April 6, 2017

imagining :)

Thursday, March 30, 2017

the human quality of capture...what my eyes see...a tricky path photographically.
but i find it in my daughter's grace and character.
my work in her hands love each other.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

celebrating tiny collecting with all my heart:)
appreciating here more than anyone could imagine!

Monday, March 20, 2017

winter was an excellent place in which to find myself.  Sherlock Holmes, Elizabeth Gaskell, Edith Wharton, Ralph Waldo Emerson were my easy companions...

my mind struggled in winter's stillness though with creative gnawing's, knowing that spring was approaching.  i am so much more of a dreamer than a doer and the darkness of winter does not inspire my doing in the least bit.  so these things, coming each day, two by two, are quite the miracle and managed to finally birth themselves from my libraries of deep thinkings to the physical realm.

fifteen things will be in miss teapot's shop keeping for spring festivities.

happiest of spring wanderings!
may you find yourself in the sprinkling magic of petals falling like snow around you:)