If I were to pick a winner, instead of randomly doing so I would have picked
Diane whos comment was:
"I think a tiny "B" over my heart; for brocante"
Cause honestly that one spoke right to my heart of hearts.
A "Patch" as they are called in England, a Beatuy Mark as the are called in the States, and a "Mouche" as they are called in France... A velvet black B for me!
Ah the joys of brocanting.
Pouring creative spirit into my imagination, and most of all prayer.
Letting me see something other than the dirt, grim, pain, suffering, news... that isn't as inspiring. Being at the brocante, amongst old things that have survived two wars and countless moves and ideas, brings me hope that through the darkness that exist then and now, light and love does conquer.
Amidst the darkness there is light... not easy to follow, nor to grasp, but ever so evident, calling us to take the higher road.
I loved your comments, FB likes, and email. Romantic talk always pleases. Growing up with four brothers didn't leave me much room to be girly girly... no wonder such things as lace and ribbons appeal to me. Honestly my home isn't peppered with pink and lace, though it is still more femine than masculine. As my brother Marty said on visiting us, "... and where does French Husband keep his stuff?"
Actually French Husband likes my style. He tells me often not to change a thing.
Whew, thank God for that!
Sher's email made me smile,
"I'm not a girly-girl
so the idea of a beauty mark should be something I couldn't even imagine wearing.
But I would.
Because I like a twist.
It would be near the corner of my mouth.
It would probably tickle me when I smile."
You see someone saw roses in a chunk of wood, and brought them forth, one by one.
What hope am I bringing forth today?
What message are we sending ... what beauty mark are we giving?
She smiled even though inside she was nervous, and felt alone.
Her friends whispered, "Isn't she beautiful?"
Sometimes we misunderstand one another.
Let us listen, truly listen, to the undercurrent of hope and goodness that runs under our feet.
"I knew that the beauty marks were made of fabric, but I didn't know that they had symbolic meaning. What I would like my beauty mark to say is 'Compassion', and would wear it over my heart."
The random winner:
Sheri who wrote:
"When I was a little girl, my best friend's mother, Idabelle, always wore a little beauty mark. It was a dot made with a dark eyebrow pencil and was usually worn just off to the side from her lips; however, she once told me a secret. If she had a little blemish that she wanted to camouflage, that's where her beauty mark would go that day! She always did have a sparkle in her eye! My beauty mark would symbolize living in the joy of the moment."
(Sheri please send me your address so I can send you the pink box.)
Thank you, Thank YOU! For your response to yesterdays post!
You are all BEAUTIFUL to me!