right folks
I am puzzled ......
I know I look it ....
smoking on my imaginary , unlite cigarette
looking rather blaisée
chic ,just the same
I wonder
why .....
have I always been partial to
old objects?
since I was alttle girl wandering around our neighborhood --- it had been a question even then ,
when I fould an antique table runner for my Mom
I remember imaging
all sorts of interesting
stories
about the tables and dinners and homes this tapestry- like fabrique
had witnessed
........like only a little school girl could.....
then one day on a family trip to Venise
my father and mother
had us staying at the
Danielli Hotel
&
telling my parents it felt like home
&
was it
a sense of the familiar?
or
an appreciation for
antique
beauty
any whooooo
to this day I will seek out objects
with a patina
with age
with
a story
what about you?
have a nice day
B