on the hunt for whatever finds you first.
there, in the corner...a closed, musty box.
your heart races as you open the top, hoping beyond hope to find a treasure.
a swirl of dust rises through a shaft of light, as you gently, gingerly
reach your hand
down
into
the
dark
interior
of the box...
reach your hand
down
into
the
dark
interior
of the box...
your shaking fingers come in contact with wood, glass and metal.
you draw in a breath and hold it.
you draw in a breath and hold it.
"it is"....
you softly say to yourself.
you softly say to yourself.
a box of ancient frames, waiting ....
just waiting.
just waiting.
for you.
old frames tickle my fancy for sure...
but THESE frames...
but THESE frames...
frames with hand-carved motifs, gold-gilt liners, and Victorian Metal Filligree...
oh, these frames are destined to become
Theatres of Threade
Wyndows to the Past
Cartouches or Vessels
to hold my most special
Witch Samplers
....to come.....
look for them at the ghoultide gatherings show...
(link on sidebar of this blog)
to hold my most special
Witch Samplers
....to come.....
look for them at the ghoultide gatherings show...
(link on sidebar of this blog)
Blessed be, My Friends~
Lori