Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Jeweler's Apprentice

For reasons unbeknownst to me,
girls old and young love visiting my studio,
even when it's so messy you can't open the door.

Maybe it's the lure of all the jars --
buttons,
ribbons,
and other do-dads.
I remember feeling that way about my grandmother's sewing box.
The minute I opened the lid and peered inside,
my mind started dreaming about all the possibilities.
I couldn't wait to create something out of the chaos.

This afternoon I pulled out tools and began to work,
the faint sound of clanking sent out a call those who hear their music.

Within moments, the neighbor girls popped in,
and asked if I would make them a bracelet with horse hair.

Another friend came over to buy some earrings, and share buttons she found at a thrift shop.

And then Grace called and offered to help me work -- for free.


She loves to create as much as me.
So I had to let her.

We passed the time
gluing,
and sorting,
and making beads.

She was such a help,
I had to make her my official apprentice.

Maybe now I will have the time to organize my office.

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1 comment:

Eve said...

I love this. What a fun neighbor.