More Details I Love…
Candlelight looks beautiful in the base of a vintage punch bowl...
Have a Wonderful Weekend!
Have a Wonderful Weekend!
I walked to that class every Saturday for a year. I loved the sensation of freedom. I flew through the air moving my body in ways I didn’t know were possible. It was embarrassing sometimes because I was the only girl my age in the class. The median age was 6. I was a whopping 11 years old! That didn’t discourage me though; something strong had taken hold of me and wouldn’t be shaken. The feeling of flying was in my soul.
After scouring the library for books on ballet, I decided the place I needed to be was London! So I began making plans to move my entire family, and train with the Royal Ballet. I knew it was only a pretend dream. But I dreamed it nonetheless.
Then something terrible happened: we moved. We moved away from that wonderful little park class and I had no way to get there. I begged my mother to please drive me. I told her that it was important to my future, that it was my dream!
I think it was the dream part that caught her attention. Little by little my mother began to see that maybe this dream wasn’t so crazy. She helped me find a local ballet school where I could attend one class a week. Unfortunately, our financial situation never allowed for more than one class, and to become a classically trained dancer, you have to train many long hard hours. So my dream began to fade into the distance.
But that is not the end of the story…
I loved dance so much that I began to seek out other forms in high school. I took jazz and modern class and soon I excelled enough to compete. I competed throughout high school, dedicated to the dream in my heart. Even though it wasn’t the ballet that I had loved, it still made me feel that sensation of freedom and flying.
My senior year I began applying for colleges; which in itself was a miracle! It would be the first time anyone in my immediate family had applied for college directly out of high school. The college I wanted to attend had one of the top rated dance programs in the country. I applied but thought my chances were very slim.
During the end of the last dance performance of my senior year, my mother walked into the auditorium. She had told me she wouldn’t be able to attend the performance, so I was surprised to see her.
I ran up to her after the performance and asked her why she had come. She stared into my eyes for a moment and then handed me a white envelope. It was stamped with the letterhead of the college I had hoped to attend. My heart seemed to stop and I felt sick. I said, “Just tell me. What did they say?” She refused and said, “Read it for your self.” I tore into it and there it was: my acceptance letter and a financial grant to help defray some of my college costs.
I couldn’t believe it! I cried happy tears for a long time. My dream was finally coming true!
Now underneath this story is a current of strength, power and miracles. But it wasn’t me. I just had the dream and desire. I believe it was our Heavenly Father who guided each step and heard every prayer and opened every door. He took a dream and made it a reality. Many would say that it was just my perseverance, but I know that’s not true. I believe this is the path He wanted for me. I am an introvert at heart and this was a very extroverted dream! Sometimes I would even ask myself, “What are you doing? But the desire in my heart cried out to dance.
He has continued to use dance in my life, and not just for me, but for the other people He’s touched when I’ve performed.
What I realize now is that every time I took the stage and I said the prayer, “Help me glorify you, Father, in the dance,” that feeling of freedom and flying was coming from Him. He had created me for this. And in my spirit, I was dancing in The Great Performance Hall of the KING!
All photos pictured are from Vintage Victoria Magazine
There lay The Combs, the set of combs that Della had wanted. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jeweled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses were gone. She hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And then Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now on your beautiful watch. Give it to me. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled. "Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones. And here I have lamely told to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days, let it be said, that these two were the wisest.
They are the magi!
A wreath I made years ago nestled on a lovely English eiderdown...
An old book cover torn and rescued from an antique book. I think it's wonderful!!
A lovely little French sign...
I hope you enjoyed a peek at some of my Christmas treasures.
Details on a 1930's chandelier...
The gorgeous scrolls of a Florentine shelf and white porcelain vase...
Gesso ribbon frame with roses...
Details of wood carving on french table...
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend!
Carole's Cottage Shop!
The next time I'll be bringing you a sneak peek into my creative space.
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Marble Bust with Glitter Crown from Lidy at French Garden House
Fun Vintage Tablecloths
The Porcelain Rose Bowl in the back contains lavender to keep the linens fresh and sweet.
I hope you enjoyed the viewing. Have a Beautiful Day!