Damaged glaze
For MacroMondays#Ceramic
In the early 80's I organized a New Year's Eve party in my new apartment. Like any young girl, I wanted to look wonderful that night. I went to the main shopping street to buy a dress. Except the dress I bought Italian shoes that I didn't really need but those were so beautiful I couldn't resist. I still remember the shop windows shining under the Christmas lights, the smell of baked chestnut and the first snowflakes on my face. A lots of people, the crowd was big and to avoid it I turned down a side street and saw a window of an art gallery. The first thing I saw in was a new collection of a famous ceramic artist and this little vase in between. I stood in front of the window admiring beauty of little vase and persuading myself that it was too expensive and I didn't need it. At one point I wanted to get my shoes back and buy that vase, but I didn't do it. I suffered three days for that vase, eventually borrowed money from my sister and went to buy it. But in vain, the collection was sold. At the party, everyone was admiring my shoes but I was disapoint whenever I looked at them.
And now the best part of the story.
Two months later at my birthday party, my brother's girlfriend (now his wife) brought me a present. Can you imagine my delight when I saw the gift. The much desired vase was in my hands. I was kissing them, jumping, screaming and they were so surprised. We often remember this incredible surprise. I always say that it was not a coincidence, it was a miracle certainly.
It turned out that on the same day they were buying Christmas presents and as they knew what I loved, they decided to buy that vase for me as a birthday gift.
Ten years ago I damaged it during a wash (it slipped out of my hand). I was sorry, now vase has a slightly damaged glaze but also me are not these young girl anymore either.
Both on me and on my vase, life inevitably leaved its mark, but it is important that we are still well and together.
My English is not very good and I hope you understand what I meant to say. I know, I could simply write that this vase is valuable to me. But I didn't resist, I had to tell its unbelievable story.
I wish you a great week ahead and thank you for visiting.
HMM!
Damaged glaze
For MacroMondays#Ceramic
In the early 80's I organized a New Year's Eve party in my new apartment. Like any young girl, I wanted to look wonderful that night. I went to the main shopping street to buy a dress. Except the dress I bought Italian shoes that I didn't really need but those were so beautiful I couldn't resist. I still remember the shop windows shining under the Christmas lights, the smell of baked chestnut and the first snowflakes on my face. A lots of people, the crowd was big and to avoid it I turned down a side street and saw a window of an art gallery. The first thing I saw in was a new collection of a famous ceramic artist and this little vase in between. I stood in front of the window admiring beauty of little vase and persuading myself that it was too expensive and I didn't need it. At one point I wanted to get my shoes back and buy that vase, but I didn't do it. I suffered three days for that vase, eventually borrowed money from my sister and went to buy it. But in vain, the collection was sold. At the party, everyone was admiring my shoes but I was disapoint whenever I looked at them.
And now the best part of the story.
Two months later at my birthday party, my brother's girlfriend (now his wife) brought me a present. Can you imagine my delight when I saw the gift. The much desired vase was in my hands. I was kissing them, jumping, screaming and they were so surprised. We often remember this incredible surprise. I always say that it was not a coincidence, it was a miracle certainly.
It turned out that on the same day they were buying Christmas presents and as they knew what I loved, they decided to buy that vase for me as a birthday gift.
Ten years ago I damaged it during a wash (it slipped out of my hand). I was sorry, now vase has a slightly damaged glaze but also me are not these young girl anymore either.
Both on me and on my vase, life inevitably leaved its mark, but it is important that we are still well and together.
My English is not very good and I hope you understand what I meant to say. I know, I could simply write that this vase is valuable to me. But I didn't resist, I had to tell its unbelievable story.
I wish you a great week ahead and thank you for visiting.
HMM!