Moving. Just the word is enough to make me shudder.
I have moved more times than I care to remember. I have crisscrossed the US (twice) and the Atlantic. My memories have been sorted, boxed and relocated.
The result has been a style that has evolved to incorporate each new location.
I am no longer of a single place, but rather a melange of experiences.
I love that bits of my old life now rest side by side with my new.
An old trophy from the US now anchors a series of 1800's French documents while another holds a collection of chippy white drums sticks from the Folies Bergere.
Once it takes hold all you can do is enjoy the ride.....
.....and pick up a few souvenirs along the way!
New finds will be in the shop this evening.