Ever since I was a little girl listening to my mother read “Little House in the Big Woods” I’ve wanted to have a china shepherdess like Ma had.
The little shepherdess represented grace and culture in the wilderness, and later came to symbolize the kind of mother I wanted to be.
Every time I was in a thrift store or flea market, I looked for my shepherdess. Shepherdesses seem to be rare, and none of the few I saw seemed quite what I was searching for.
But this month, I found her. She is me and I am she, and for $1 she came home with me from Cross-lines, my gift from the Universe.
Marvelous Pigs in Satin 
