A beautiful thing....

Her eyes are like huge, luminous orbs...the color of the glass ornaments I am holding. She scans the room, vaulted ceilings and wooden beams adorned with garland. A fifteen foot tree. Some astronomical amount of wealth it took to do this....and a wealth of knowledge behind those eyes. Her eye for design and beauty directs us, begs us to measure up, to please her in her style. The style chosen for the house, and not our own. Just our own intuition and design eye. A razor in one hand, a handfull of wire in the other ... we make it happen. And it is not the things that make the house come together, the ten people working in unison. It is HER....her, her, the beauty comes from her. I can't take my eyes off of her every time I see her...like an angel, and the big sister I never had. And now I do. What a gift, a surprise. I want her to do my make up like hers, borrow her jewelry, work in her store, help her however I can. Squeeze her and cook dinner together and laugh. I love her, and admire her, and feel happy doing something creative and intense. I love her.