Little Dutch Girl 5x7 $50.00

She has been in my life as long as I can remember. She fascinated me when I was little, and I don't remember why. Maybe it was her pointed hat and the basket attached to her side. In those early years, she was on display in our home, not in a prominent spot, but she was visible. Later, she got pushed back and was relegated to ignominy, under the kitchen cabinet in the junk hole with empty canning jars, flower pots, and those various tools that were seldom used. Everyone I know has one of those cabinets, the one that holds paraphernalia that "might come in handy." I only thought of her when rifling through that cabinet and thoughtlessly pushed her aside. After my parents passed, the household items had to be dispersed, and I spotted her standing on the cabinet, like an orphan. In some strange emotional exchange, the Dutch girl and I were reunited. She became precious to me, a representative of a life that no longer was possible. She stands in my kitchen on a knick-knack shelf, a constant reminder of the sweet innocence of childhood when fascination with small, insignificant trinkets came easy, and I could see the wonder of the ordinary. I try to return to that world as much as possible.