I have them, I've always had them. Some more outlandish than others, some were actually forseeable. A few even came true. But most just disappeared. Lost. They change from one year to the next, sometimes completely losing thier shape and texture.
But one of these I've had for a long, long time, years actually. It is shared with two people very dear to me.
My shop 'My Sisters and Me' or 'Three Sisters'. Colleen, Sharon and me. We've tossed it around a few times, but then the reality takes over. It would be a gifty, crafty, creative place. Perhaps geared to childrens goods, but more! Items that you know will make someone smile.
Both my sisters share the crafty touch. Sharon paints. and makes beautiful children's 'secrets' boxes. Colleen is a terrific seamstress, though age, arthritis and eyesight have contributed to less pattern work and more finish work. Her hand sewing is amazing, and she has patience to cover a wedding basket in hand sewn seed pearls. A weekend doesn't go by that we don't show-off our latest craft to one another. Family and friends continue to tell us we are wasting our talents working everyday.
So someday our shop will carry many of these items, Sharons boxes, Colleen's blankets and baskets and lots of other one-of-a-kind embroidered dresses. And artwork, children's artwork. Framed and mounted like professional stuff. Like the one above..... The specially created dressing box I made for Charlotte out of an old pink suitcase. So clever then. Most of these things you make once or twice, but never again.
Lord, please don't let me lose this dream.
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