Shawls

I fell in love with shawls thirty years ago while traveling in Mexico and Central America. Shawls are baby carriers, impromptu picnic blankets, comforters around shoulders, and stunning pieces of wearable art.

Wrap me in a hand embroidered piano shawl when I die! Tie little golden charms on the ends of the fringe - a small piano that plays real songs, stars, a smiling moon, an owl, a train, two fish, a rabbit, and a tiny waving good-bye mermaid with butterfly wings, riding on the back of a blue bird. Place big vintage buttons over my closed eyes and a rhinestone brooch on my lips. And make sure those sleepy time slippers are sparkling ruby red. Because there’s no place like home.