My grandmother was a woman who
loved roses...
she didn't grow them
or indulge in fresh florist roses...
she painted them...
her inspiration
came from the stacks of
old fashioned rose greeting cards...
this platter
is my favorite piece she painted...
fluffy pink cabbage roses...
as I look at her work
I see so clearly
where my love of roses began...
I loved the idea of creating a vignette,
where her inspiration
and mine
were joined...
blended...
my Grandmother Ruby,
had a great friend
named Irma....
they would get together and paint...
and when they had enough completed projects
they would fire them in the kiln together...
that is how a funny mistake was made,
my grandmothers plate was finished but unsigned...
Irma signed it for her...
Rubie
I wonder is Ruby was disappointed
in the misspelling,
or if they laughed it off...
it may be a mistake,
but to me...
I kinda like it...
I find it endearing.
it makes me think of the happy hours they spent together,
the bond of friends...
She didn't want to be loved for her petals,
She wanted to be loved for her thorns.
She knew if someone loved her flaws,
they would love her whole.
j. iron wood
sometimes the beauty in life lies in the flaws...