Tuesday, November 1, 2011
From my earliest years I remember having this wrought iron candle holder on the wall in our dining room. I was a picky eater and my mother would insist that I eat, or at least taste, everything on my plate. Green things were evil. I would lose myself under the pressure and 'commune' with the deer.
I found the scene, crafted in hard wrought iron, to be amazingly peaceful and soft.
I believe that the piece came from Sweden, from my mother's side of the family.
I suspect my mom considered it to be a treasure, too.
I am glad to have the happy deer in my dining room now.
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