My Mother has a remarkable gift for creating beauty. My earliest memories are of her quietly puttering about the house putting her hand to every space in order to make it as lovely as possible. I always think of this room as hers because it is in every way a reflection of what she loves and the way she lives. I remember the discovery of every object because more often than not I was with her. Trailing after her as a little girl I have found that her passion has become my own and I love what she loves.