Some people...............
I got my first introduction to Tasha Tudor when my daughter was an infant. Maybe before she was even born.
You see ........ I am a book person. I am one of those people that first buys books ... then groceries. And even now ... that I realize that is exactly what libraries are for ........ I still love the smell, the feel, the sound of turning a page in a new (or new to me!) book.
So one of the first books I bought was Tasha Tudor's ... A is for Annabelle.
My collection of Tasha Tudor books grew. I was hooked on the charming drawings of bunnies, birds and dreams of tea parties under a willow tree. The simplicity and innocence drew me in to a world a century old.
And I was hooked on Tasha Tudor. A woman that wrapped herself in a hand-knit shawl and walked barefoot through her garden. A woman that gathered eggs from her chooks and milked her goats for cheese and cream. Her long gray hair was wrapped around her head and tied back in a scarf. She (like me) felt she was born in the wrong century. This was not a woman of pretense and show and glamour ... she was earthy and real and maybe a tad gritty.
She was who I aspire to be. She lived an independent life of simplicity and knew her worth in the world.
So today ....... I have smiled all day. I am still smiling.
Today, a customer told me that Miss Effie's was Tasha Tudor meets the Midwest.
Some people say the nicest things.
Thank you. :)
You see ........ I am a book person. I am one of those people that first buys books ... then groceries. And even now ... that I realize that is exactly what libraries are for ........ I still love the smell, the feel, the sound of turning a page in a new (or new to me!) book.
So one of the first books I bought was Tasha Tudor's ... A is for Annabelle.
My collection of Tasha Tudor books grew. I was hooked on the charming drawings of bunnies, birds and dreams of tea parties under a willow tree. The simplicity and innocence drew me in to a world a century old.
And I was hooked on Tasha Tudor. A woman that wrapped herself in a hand-knit shawl and walked barefoot through her garden. A woman that gathered eggs from her chooks and milked her goats for cheese and cream. Her long gray hair was wrapped around her head and tied back in a scarf. She (like me) felt she was born in the wrong century. This was not a woman of pretense and show and glamour ... she was earthy and real and maybe a tad gritty.
She was who I aspire to be. She lived an independent life of simplicity and knew her worth in the world.
So today ....... I have smiled all day. I am still smiling.
Today, a customer told me that Miss Effie's was Tasha Tudor meets the Midwest.
Some people say the nicest things.
Thank you. :)
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