honeycomb tray.

29 September 2011

When we received this gift, I could not possibly let the honeycomb tray go into the garbage. Although intended to reside in a hive, the piece was handcrafted and served as a wonderful manifestation of a concept that is a part of daily life in the Republic of Georgia. The acknowledgement that handcrafted should not only be valued, but expected.

Using one's hands to create is highly prized here. From the felt crafter selling her wares on a cobble stoned street to a produce vendor wrapping his herb bundles with handmade vine bands. In fact, the recognition extends to trades that are highly specialized. In this ancient part of the world, a carpenter or a plumber or a mechanic, regardless of their actual work, is called a "master." A title befitting the truly specialized service that a person provides.

So, seeing the beauty in the roughly chopped pieces of wood and tightly wound wire strings on my gifted honeycomb tray, I began to clean it of the golden nectar and beautifully formed wax. After much scrubbing, I mounted it on a wall above my vanity table. I now have a small, personalized art gallery. A perfect place to rotate the numerous pieces of artwork gifted by my children and a few treasured pieces I've collected over the years. And, each day, the small gallery serves as a tiny reminder that wonderful things can be made with the humblest of objects.

A few of my favorite pieces are residing on the honeycomb tray right now-- a postcard print by Chamnann Saensirihome, a Thai pop artist, a coffee paper ink drawing, a picture of my kids taken in 2006, a drawing from my daughter created when she found out I was pregnant with a baby brother and another sketch created last year around this time by my daughter. The second drawing, the tiny one with the single baby on it, was one of my all-time favorite mama moments. My third child was eagerly anticipated by my two oldest kids and when he was two weeks overdue, my daughter began drawing these little notes daily for me. With urgency, she handed them to me each morning-- Baby Got to Come (Uot) Out! they exclaimed. Seeing one of these notes still makes a wide smile come to my face. That one may never get rotated off of my honeycomb gallery...

9 comments:

Helen said...

This brought tears to my eyes! Your children are adorable and I can see your daughter wanting the baby out! I love your stories.

Natalie said...

1. I NEED that round wooden necklace. If you get tired of it, I'll send you my email.
2. I LOVE that you made such a cool gallery with a honeycomb tray! A honeycomb tray, people!
3. I WANT to know what's in the bowls on your killer vanity table.

Dawn said...

Your kids are so cute! And I wanted to say thank you for showing us some of your home. I've really enjoyed the entries here that give us a look at your house. It's a perfect bohemia and so different than other "home" blogs on the web right now. I can't wait to see more!

Anonymous said...

I love the coffee print!

Susan said...

The honey tray became an art gallery! What a great re-use and now I want to find something so I can have a tiny little gallery!

Tamera said...

That's not all nail polish is it? LOL!

Anonymous said...

That postcard is wonderful!

Molly said...

Your kids are so so so cute!

Anonymous said...

Love you (and your blog) Shelby!

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