Of Course I believe

On this rainy spring morning I can imagine little fairies cozened up in their homes with feet up on pin cushions, settled in, covered with downy quilts.  Tea steaming in little cups, staying dry, and dreaming of the sun.10402625_10152537140487873_6572578903383870791_n

Happy First Calendar Day of Spring!!!

225-water-street-storeIt has been a while since I could say Happy Spring.  Yes, I know, Beginning Saturday it will be cold again, but Hey!  It is Spring!

I will be celebrating Spring with Ms. Mara this Saturday at 225 Water Street!  Hope to see you there!  Many items to browse and maybe you can have your palm read!!!

The Second Saturday Strikes Again

Mara1625492_10152266100397490_1998179080_nAn occasional store…a communal setting of joy…a great time is had by all…Cookies…palm reading…great gifts to browse and buy…time with Ms. Mara!

Call this what you want, I am so happy Second Saturday exists.  225 water Street is a store filled with beautiful stuff, magical mosaics, kindred spirits, and just plain good conversation!  Not to mention a few ghosties that may float by and send a happy chill up your spine.

I met Mara years ago, during the days I still lived above 225 Water Street, the days that the store was an empty shell; dusty and waiting for positive nuturing.  I loved the building there, loved my time spent living there and dreamed that someday, someone, would come and brighten the space below me.  Little did I know the lady would also kick me out of my lofty tower.  Oh well, Life moves on, and I happily continue to be a part of the place, dusting the area with my own brand of human haunting!

225 Water Street, the home of the Tile Gypsies; those women who spend time quietly decorating the streets of Jordan with tiny little baubles and beauty.  225 Water Street, the home of happy friends!

Come ommpalmsut one and all, come out for the fun, come out for the joy.  Brush up against the spirit of old, and engage the spirit of new.

Have your palm read, eat a cookie, buy a gift.  Just come out for the fun!!!  Celebrate that Spring is near!http://www.knaresborough.co.uk/

Second Saturday

Life is a real hoot

Life is a real hoot

SECOND SATURDAY

When two friends get together and share delightful news, gossip, dreams, love and plans many great things happen!

When My friend Mara and I conspire over coffee, inventions are created, plans are laid, joy is shared and goodness is afoot!  Life is a hoot, so let’s have more fun  Come and join us at Second Saturday                                                I will be reading palms life is never hiddencrowbar

                                  Mara will be a most fabulous host

    Together we can add joy to your life with our selection of items to peruse   and just perhaps purchase for yourself or others.  Up-cycled art, clothing,  vintage items,

                             Mara’s  Magnificent Mosaics!

 Think Spring!  Think Gardens! Think Art! Think Friendship! 

                                                   Think Beginning!

 

Mara the Magical Gypsy

Once upon a time in a small Hamlet, there came to live a magical gypsy woman, my friend Mara.  She brought light and joy and adventure into my life.

I met Mara when she moved into the same small town I used to live in.  Actually she, with her partner, Rob purchased the old harness shop building that contained my upstairs apartment.  She evicted me…nicely. Well, if I were continuing this as a fable, I would say she freed me from my tower.   And we have been friends ever since.

She has many talents.  She writes, produces events, creates web sites, journals for herself and others, and is the mosaic mistress, the guru of gluing, the creator of craft, the original and only true tile gypsy.  Her work is truly art, so much so that she was asked to create a how -to book of mosaics.  Which she did wonderfully.  Making Mosaics with Found Objects

Mara makes magic, she picks up a small bit of china and in that bit sees an entire work of art.  While I was still living near her, she enticed me to go out in the evening streets of our small town, and fill in the cracks.  We filled cracks, corners, and walls, sidewalks with delightful whimsy of china bits, and pieces, little knick- knacks, pennies, anything that caught our magpie eyes; treasures brightening the town, and healing some old pains.  We have been told, by some, that if their spot did not have a Mara mosaic they felt left out.

I think Mara arrives at her small hamlet to heal some parts of it.  This town has a long history of pain, hushed secrets, all hidden in those cracks and crevices, and down the skinny, sometimes clutter filled alleys between the buildings.  Mara shines light where she goes, and opens eyes,  allows thoughts expressed.  Her conversations start others conversing, thinking.  She positively shakes up the status quo.   Her laugh and love embraces the town.

I love to visit Mara’s building.  225 Water Street.  I have watched it change from a rather sad, rickety building haunted by old standards and old hurt, to a lovely warm environment.

Mara gardens; she has created a wonderful land of flowers and growth in her own alley, full of laughter, bees, and happiness.  She has healed her alley.

Her small hamlet will never be the same, and that is perfect.

Tilly Evan Jones

“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.” ~Mary Oliver

gathered and glued

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