It all started years ago during a family vacation to Charleston, SC. Coming from a city where new is good and brand new is even better, I was smitten with a city where old is not a bad thing. Instead, things showing good age are to be respected and treasured.
As a city, it has withstood the test of time and Mother Nature. A sparkling city, its history and beauty remains intact and forever preserved.
Fast forward a few years, and now I have a date with the city of Charleston each February. For a few blissful days, I gather with a group of friends for stitching, laughing, and conversing. There are also lots of hugs, and sometimes tears. We have mourned the loss of one of our original members, but delight in the continued presence of her daughter. Our hearts grieved with the unexpected death of another's husband. We have rejoiced over the addition of family members through marriage and birth. We have shared many of life's ups and downs -- all set against the backdrop of a charming city.
A city where porches are just as important as interior rooms, inviting you to sit a spell.
A city where steeples have always reached high into the blue skies.
A city where cobblestone streets still exist -- although not recommended for walking with high heels!
A city where windows are not just for peering out of,
nor doors for simply coming and going. They are architectural works of art.
The only sweet thing about departing is knowing that I have a date to return next year -- and fall in love all over again.
Until then, I also have a lot of stitching to complete!