I created this alphabet for my friend Leslie about 5 years ago.She was designing my website and in trade I would create an alphabet for her fabulous site(where you can procure all things small,detailed and beautiful to create collages, jewelry,cards,magical boxes,...it`s pretty great )
I think it was her hope she could create stamps from them.However they might have turned out more out of control than she had hoped. I am not sure.Only one turned into a stamp.The website she created served me well for many years. Thank you Leslie.
The Petrified Rose
Edith had come to Mushroomville as a way of getting back at her son, Simon, who no longer had time to lunch with her. Up until eight months ago, Simon had faithfully met his mother three days a week at the club for their midday meal. After her son fell in love with Jeffrey, Edith felt that she had become so small in Simon's life that she may have actually begun to shrink, and would measure herself daily to make sure this wasn’t true. A stern but loving mother, Edith was also organized, exacting and rigorous with life’s details. Before her son’s betrayal Edith often reviewed her good qualities and felt as if she was almost perfect. With this new emptiness, doubt had begun to inhabit Edith's well ordered hours.
Hazel Key, her bridge partner and former neighbor, had sent Edith a letter last spring from a place called Mushroomville, stating how happy she was. Hazel was vague about the accommodations but included just enough information to allow her friend to fantasize about this adventure which would most certainly trigger her son`s painful regret. Hazel had also written that there was one difficult obstacle to overcome before her arrival in Mushroomville: each adventurous soul had to find her own personal and meaningful portal into this new world. Hazel had entered through the cabinet beneath her kitchen sink, but for Edith, an entrance through some dark and functional space would certainly never do. Decorum demanded a portal no less than a well paved path through a rose garden or the silently sliding, gilded elevator doors at her favorite department store.
Olivia found herself in Mushroomville, after discovering a passage through the janitor’s closet at her elementary school.She had befriended Landford, the janitor, in the second grade when she asked what it felt like to be a floor sweeper ,and he thought that was a poetic phrase for what he did.He let her hide out in there when the kids called her blockhead and tried to hide her glasses.Quietly sitting by herself in the dark ,she entertained herself by listening to the sounds inside her head while she ate her lunch.Afterwards she would lie down on the cool concrete floor, soothed by the pleasant, gurgling tones of water rushing through the school plumbing.
Olivia lived with her grandma and grandpa above a corner store that the old couple operated from early morning until late at night.Alone on the back porch lying on her slender cot, the teenager often thought about her mother and wondered why she didn’t live with her.Inhaling the scent from her mother's slip, Olivia liked to rub her fingers back and forth across a postcard containing the image of steep mountains interrupted by smooth plateaus,supporting tiny log cabins.The majestic landscape was populated by a few women raking leaves. The caption on the back of the card described the setting as " Autumn in Mushroomville."
Underneath, in her mother`s handwriting, was the message "when you are 14, try to find me."