Surfaces, layered with paint, worn by time and loving use are so appealing to me. As I have aged I have come to appreciate the signs of wear on cherished belongings… and beloved faces – they all have a story to tell.
what mother’s hand polished the back of this high chair by pushing her little ones up to the table…
how many dishes scraped across this French metal table top as summer meals were cleared
when was this molding removed from its original home and fashioned into a picture frame
why was this oval frame meticulously stripped, leaving just a beauty mark of old paint
who were the small girls who slept in these beds, perhaps scarring the paint during pillow fights
which young girl sat with her brush and mirror at this small vanity, dreaming….
where was the bouquet placed that had been so carefully arranged
and where now the baby, who once was pushed in the stroller
who turned this door knob in hopes of finding a child home for a visit on the other side…paint chipped perhaps by wedding bands long worn
so many questions, so many stories to tell……….
do you have a favorite story to tell, a number one
perhaps a number two??????