It was quite pleasurable, smoothing and pressing and listening to the hiss of steam.
I'll have to choose which of the aprons in this stack to include in my upcoming vintage cooking exhibit.
As you can see, Charlie helped.
|Secret footage of our photo shoot with Adrien Bisson (www.adrienbisson.com), courtesy Diane Hall.|
"Has your water broken?"Today her questions were different though. She's spent some time with Kiera, but not very much. Not nearly enough. And so, she asked me:
"Are you having contractions?"
"Are you still crunching ice chips?"
"Are you guys similar?"And I am too. More than I can say.
"In a lot of ways I guess."
"Does she like makeup and lipstick?"
"Does she like wine?"
"Yes. And cocktails."
"Does she like strange people?"
"Yes. She collects them. They are attracted to her."
"I know she likes to write. She writes beautifully."
"Yes. She does."
"She's obviously smart."
"Is she hungry for God?"
"She's a truth seeker. She is hungry for truth."
"Does she like to wear dresses?"
"Yes. Sometimes. But she's self-conscious about her skinny calves."
"Is she kind?"
"Yes. And accepting. Remember? She loved working with troubled kids, and developmentally delayed adults. She taught life skills to autistic kids and was a night aid for a quadriplegic man."
"That's right! Is she funny?"
"Yes. Very funny. And silly."
"Well then. She's a lot like you. The world should be grateful to you for having her. I know I am."
Have you ever wanted to curate your own exhibit? Here is your opportunity! Using our artifacts and your ideas, pitch us story line for an exhibit you would like to see and implement.My proposal centered around one of my passions: vintage cookbooks and recipes. For those of you who didn't know I had such a passion, checkout the blog I wrote for several years, before deciding it wouldn't help pay the bills: Cookbook Love.
|Photo by the talented Kevin Harkins|
"She supposed it was a universal truth that mothers, after tearing out their hair and tacking their raw beating hearts to the outsides of their clothing for anyone to see, were given no warning that someday their baby-holding days would be over. When that day came, there was no clanging bell or siren, no banner flown across the sky to pinpoint that single precious moment when you rocked your child for the last time."
|Bill Partridge of Piel Craftsmen in Newburyport, MA restores an antique model ship. This shot comes from a piece called The Call of the Sea in the November/December 2013 issue of Merrimack Valley Magazine..|