Monday, January 11, 2010
I have a confession. I love white. There I've said it. I can here the gasps from my primitive friends. It's not just the shades of white but anything faded and timeworn. It's a personal thing. Nothing soothes me like the colors, textures and fragrances of nature does. I call it a farmhouse-cottage primitive style. I think its why I like making primitives so much. Each piece tells a story. It's the texture of old homespun or the smell of an old book. It's very personal. You can feel the history. There is a warmness and comfort to it.
What brings you personal comfort and inspiration?
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