There is something uniquely nostalgic in the untying of a satin bow and delving into the soft interior of a cloth bag. It reminds me of a yesteryear I never knew, of Charles Dickens and trees lit with burning candles. It brings to mind Currier and Ives, and parlor games played in a spirit of warm fellowship, and of closely knit families gathering by the hearth. It adds a touch of mystery and magic which paper fails to convey and curling ribbon cannot approach. Gifts become a tactile experience as well as a visual one, another layer of pleasure for the recipient as well as the giver.
This is the 15th year of continuous daily publication for 365Caws. All things considered, it's likely it will be the last year as it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to find interesting material. However, I hope that I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world with my natural history posts, or encouraged a novice weaver or needleworker. If so, I've done what I set out to do.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sacks And Surprises
There is something uniquely nostalgic in the untying of a satin bow and delving into the soft interior of a cloth bag. It reminds me of a yesteryear I never knew, of Charles Dickens and trees lit with burning candles. It brings to mind Currier and Ives, and parlor games played in a spirit of warm fellowship, and of closely knit families gathering by the hearth. It adds a touch of mystery and magic which paper fails to convey and curling ribbon cannot approach. Gifts become a tactile experience as well as a visual one, another layer of pleasure for the recipient as well as the giver.
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