real life, still life
jam jar flowers
wall flowers: UrbanWalls~ https://uwdecals.com
The actual wall flowers are grey and white. Blame the Dahlias and the Lighting.
Wide eyes drew me in. Eyes the colour of sea glass and molten gold set down by a painter’s touch. I coveted her story, listened within silence.
I studied her eyes, eyes that appeared to see beyond the realm of ordinary, sensed her bewilderment. A glance as if asking: why is it that others can’t see how light casts shadow, how waves kiss the shore, how a smile deceives?
Lips, slightly pursed, held tangled secrets, if only she dared speak. Her side swept hair, a mix of caramel and honey, suggested an elegant yet strong ancestral line. Scandinavian vigour lingered like a shield to cover fine bones.
Eleanor. Salvaged from a Vancouver vintage shop. This is her given name, penciled to the back of a plywood board. Painted in oil, she remains bespoke for all time.
I brought her home.
“I am intrigued by the smile upon your face, and the sadness within your eyes”
― Jeremy Aldana
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.”
I’ll share a secret
There is magic in fairy tales
Cinderella, Merida, Belle and their sisters were not perfect in the beginning
They had to wander dark forests
Perfection does not make a story
It’s only a happy ending when you turn the last page.
~ Once Upon A Time
and sometimes you find your Holy Grail in a grocery store. Trader Joe’s, Skin Care and Cleaning Aisle. Sunscreen, serum, and scrub. These three items are the best kept little secret of frugal mammas.