Four objects. My grandmother’s side table, a tarnished silver jug, always- a bouquet of flowers, my mother’s oil painting. Simple luxuries.
“I live in a world of yesterdays,” she said.
He smiled, “So do I.”
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Thanks ksbeth. “Love” your writings.
I few meaningful objects that look good together makes a better tableau than a whole lot of them in a pile.
“A few meaningful objects that look good together makes a better tableau than a whole lot of them in a pile.”
Beautiful words, anneli. May I “steal” them?
Of course!
Oops! There’s a grammar mistake in my sentence. It should say “make” not “makes.”
I’ll try to change it!
Less is more, is what I’m trying to say.
Definitely. Quality over quantity.
Beautiful, and simplicity is much better than complexity…
Yes, it is. Why do we complicate most of what we touch?
Thanks for stopping by.
Human nature, I suppose. 😊 You’re welcome!
A lovely still life.
Thank you, Andrea. My mother painted the oil. The roses are blue which has always intrigued me. So glad that you stopped by!