Small details are what make a home a home… I think we all agree.
I found the embroidery in a local flea market… it was unfinished and tatty but that made me like it even more
For what was left unsaid… I could use my imagination, speculate on the reasons that the faces were bare
Was there no time to finish the scene? Did someone loose interest? Did tragedy strike?
I love that someone’s handiwork was rescued… and appreciated.
The books are similar… worn, shabby and well thumbed
They live near the embroidery now
There is something simpatico in the textures, the shades and the feeling…
Small details… Great pleasure… Don’t you think?… xv