A Story
Once upon a time there was a quiet, skinny little girl with big eyes
and long, straight, mousy, brown hair. She had a frail, wizened grandma
who collected treasures of old. These antiquities were kept in a tall,
ornately carved cabinet with a glass door and curved glass sides. The
treasures were always visible for all to gaze upon. Every time the
little girl would visit her gram she would spend some time gazing at
the wonders inside of the cabinet. Each item was special and her gram would
spin stories about many. The child's favorite were the glass spheres
that fit perfectly on the palm of an adults hand. Each of these unique
works held captured within their depths, minute flower filled universes
exploding with color. They were exquisite works of art made for no
other reason than to weigh down the loose papers of ones life. How
extraordinary! The little girl grew up, as little girls do, and her
gram passed on during that growing up. The millefiori paperweights were
tucked in with the rest of the memories of gram only to be reborn when
the little girl, now grown with her own quiet, skinny little girl with
big eyes and long, straight, bright red hair, decided it was now time. Time
to make intricate little universes of her own out of tiny, vibrant
glass flowers. These creations would not be relegated to a glass
cabinet though, these creations would be to wear and enjoy. They would
adorn hair, earlobes and yes, chests too. Hence the gestation and birth of
PickleBerries, where all lived happily ever after.
The End.
PickleBerries comes from my childhood nickname bestowed on me by my dad a million years ago,
"Lonnie Mary Pickle Berry"