Realization that my granddaughter Jasmin, who spends a lot of time with me, is beginning to 'have an eye' for special things, makes me happy. I've taken her treasure hunting all her life - well she toddled along beside me, whether she knew what loveliness her young eyes beheld I don't really know. Now, a pre-teen, I've noticed she picks up items carefully and looks at them with a smile. She brushes her fingers across the yellow keys of old pianos wishing she could take one home to play, then throws an old feather boa around her shoulders and strikes a roaring twenties pose. She sorts through piles of mother-of-pearl buttons finding the big ones she knows I love, then gently slips on vintage rings and bracelets, hoping to add to her own collection of 'precious jewels'.
At SuzAnna's Antiques - June 2008
Yesterday, she stopped at the dining room table and looked at this old book written by a Romany Gypsy. I'd folded the pages to give it a new dimension.
"That's neat - actually it's really nice Grandma, what a good idea...................I like it".
In the eye of the beholder ~ life is an open book.











