As my friends and I prepare for our little brocante sale, the wedding, and as I continue with physical therapy I am finding myself a bit busy, especially going about business with one hand.
Notice how the woman in the image up above is standing with one hand behind her back… I wonder if she had a secret up her sleeve? I wonder if she had a cast on and was trying to look chic by hiding it. I wonder if she wonders what I am talking about.
I wonder if she was taking a break in the middle of calculated chaos?
Anyway… the next few days are going to be hectic to say the least. There will be two brocante tour groups coming by… yes, after years of being asked to take people around on antique buying trips, and asked to be a guide to the brocantes I finally decided to say…
Why not come to my neck of the woods?
Two groups are coming by this weekend.
Should be fun, if not busy.
My friend Jill and Mimi will be leading the groups; if you ever need a guide to the brocantes they are the ones you want to contact. They do not work together but have two separate activities.
In the meantime I thought I would ask you to pick a theme, any theme (keep it clean Franca Bolla!) and over the next few days I will dig around in my photo archives and post images that correspond with a theme you mentioned.
Today the theme is "Frames: Framed Memories.
Each day I will pick a theme that someone mentioned in the comment section.
Then I will ask you my faithful readers to write about it.
Your comments enrich many, and as I have said before, they are one of the best parts of this blog.
I will pick one comment a day and send a little gift from my online brocante.
This guy (in the photo above) doesn't want to play.
That's okay he can tag along anyway.
So pick a theme and add it to the comment section please.
Framed with out a memory to hold, or maybe it was too small to hold the memories gathered.
Maybe as it stood empty it held more.
Relic holder, full of medals.
Happy, sad, memories nevertheless.
Do you have photos around your house? My Grandmother had walls of photos, my mother has some in her bedroom, I have a few, most are not framed.
Many of my most favorite memories I have framed in my mind's eye.
One of them is watching falling stars with Sacha at five in the morning when he was a little boy. Another is when my mother and I gave ourselves facial mask we were not suppose to move any facial muscles. My mother cracked a joke and we ruined our facial by cracking up laughing. Another was when I was hugged by Mother Teresa in Italy during the first Youth Day at the Vatican. Another one of favorite framed memories was when my grandmother and Aunts were volunteering at a second hand shop and my grandmother found a pair of earrings for me. I wore those earrings to each of my brother's weddings.
Memories that bring a smile to my facce everytime I think of them.
I especially love memories that at the moment didn't seem monumental, or that I would remember them over and over but have, and in doing so found them to be healing aids on dark days.
Sometimes that which we are looking for finds us instead.
What are some of your most favorite memories that can lift your spirit just thinking about them?
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