Everything, almost everything, in my world has a face. Even a cheese knife has a rabbit face. I have collected many objects and paintings throughout my life…virtually all of them have faces. I believe I told you the story about my daughter’s effort to replace a favorite lamp that my arch nemesis, Maxwell, broke. When she called our friend, the design person at a local shop, she laid out the only requirement. The lamp must have a face. Jill out-did herself. The lamp has three faces! Momma monkey and two rowdy children. One rambunctious adolescent hangs from the arm of the lamp. I was delighted.
This lovely peasant girl has served me well for many years. She holds a deep tray waiting to receive my jewelry. If I throw in the occasional stray button or a penny from my pocket, she receives them too without complaint. She stands on the counter between the basins in my bathroom exactly where she stood in the old house. I honor her for the silent, patient service and the loyal manner in which she has served for so long without mention.
She is a reassuring face among the myriad faces who inhabit my world and make me smile.
Thank you, Peasant Girl.