As my baby belly grows big I feel constant flutters of life and an occasional bum or elbow stick out for it all to be so real.
Baby dear #1 is excited for "my baby"...her baby sister to join us...she thinks she is at least...
My hubby is settling in but misses his country. Not so much his country but the lifestyle he knew. Everyone knows him, he has tons of respect and a good reputation built up there. A go getter who can no longer do it all by himself. Language and delicious Turkish food. (I miss the food too and feel fortunate to be able to relate to all those feelings as I lived in his country for 5 years:)
I have been writing lately. Feels good. Defining what I'm doing. reminiscing. exploring. The beginning of a bio for my new Kisa Kollections website, perhaps?
Since I can remember I have loved the hunt and the gather with my hands… my eyes… the experiences with all the senses involved…that treasure hunt for beautiful and interesting things.
Lilac flowers pop in May in Minnesota. When I was young during this time this was MY hunt.
I would creep in around neighbors yards, having previous years mentally mapped out where the most fragrant lilacs bloomed.
Down by the edge of the road grew the whitest ones, the lightest lavender hue.
If I stood on my tippy toes at the edge of the neighboorhood I could pull down the branch and clip the coveted “double” one, double dose of pretty petals.
The smaller variety with the deepest lavender hue popped from the corner of the yard, over the compost heap.
I would bundle these beauties all together and present them, usually to my mother, to adorn the dining room table and allow us all to gasp at their fragrance and beauty.
My own back yard has grown, although solidly rooted in Minnesota but branches have embraced experiences around the world, most personally profound were 5 year stints in each southern California and my now second home of Turkey.
While my hunt has progressed from lilacs to other lovely treasures to adorn the body and elicit gasps of “where did you find that?”. My heart remains the same.
I hope you will enjoy the collections I have put forth for you. You too appreciate the hunt, the travel and the stories interwoven in the pieces; from their evolution of materials, ancient techniques and histories, to story of how they got on your lovely self.
wear, share and make new stories…
How are you all?
How is spring effecting you?
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