What’s the story behind “Linda’s Magic Workshop”?
Once in a while a client becomes a very good friend. We share experiences, backgrounds, thoughts, and are very honest with each other. So when that person comes to visit my home, they discover many things. I am not a great housekeeper. I have too much stuff and everything has a story. I have many projects going on at any given time depending on my current interests. A Few of the Stories: The tall glass pitcher was given to my mother by an American Indian man who took care of my brother and I while Mom finished college at age 44. I learned the meaning of sharing and giving of oneself. The pitcher was his mother’s, his treasured possession and he wanted us to have it to remember him. After Mom and Dad died, I integrated many of their possessions into my home. My mother’s paintings hang on my walls. I remember watching her and listening to her as she created them. Dad’s collection of red glass admonishes m...