There are days when I am deeply grateful for such a precious gift as friendship. When I am still tired from a very short night in which I, instead of sleeping, listened to the news. When the coffee in the morning tastes bitter while the radio is on and while my thoughts are in Nice. When there are lots of questions and only very few answers, if at all.
When the postman brings a package with fabrics and a beautifully written card from my friend Winter. When I too wrap vintage fabrics both for her and for Fabs, write a little note for each and pick lavender in the garden so that both my friends can smell the sweet scents of our summery garden. When I think of an upcoming dollmaking collaboration the three of us have planned for quite some time, living thousands of miles apart and yet being so close, as friends and as colleagues. When labelling two kraft paper envelopes remind me of that there is so much love everywhere. Everywhere.