Meet the angels in my life.
I have a love affair with angels and putti(cherubs). Their faces intrigue me. Late one Christmas Eve I was shopping for flowers on South Granville in Vancouver, and discovered this putti . White plaster waiting to morph into something wonderful. I painstakingly gold leafed her. It was time-consuming work but I was so enchanted with her face it was a joy to bring out her beauty.
You can’t see this putti’s face but he has an adorable tummy and dimpled knees. Another white plaster cherub that I found in a thrift shop. I painted and aged it until it looked like perhaps, just perhaps, I have found it in an old casa in Italy.
I found this putti with downcast eyes and a sad expression in a Thrift Shop. She was a little battered so I gave her a face lift with a marble finish.
I plan to fill the urn these cherubs are holding with lavender. Another white plaster object that I gave my “famous” French finish.
More faces, more tummies and another of my antique, distressed paint creations
It was the week before Christmas. Market day forty years ago in a remote village in Mexico. Beautiful Daughter and I were shopping. She bargained for a tin lantern and I found these rustic angels.
This angel is Matilda. A gift from Titan haired daughter-in-law. Her job is to guard my sewing room. She makes me smile.
An angel from Italy. For years she graced the top of our Christmas Tree. I couldn’t bear to continue to hide her beauty in a box for eleven months of the year. Now she guards my book.
As for the putti who almost got away …
This is Francis. Francis was plain brown paper mache when I discovered him. I created several looks for him. The first year he was aFrench putti, pale gray brushed with white. The next year he took on a new persona and I gave him a marble finish. The following year I thought something rustic, something to wreath with pine boughs. and holly, and a few white roses. So Frances was painted an earthy ocher. I hung Francis on my front door for several Christmases.
Last Christmas I wanted a wreath lush with pink and scarlet roses, and velvet ribbons. There was no place for Francis. Perhaps it was time he returned to the Thrift Shop, and a new adventure.
I was unloading him from the car to take him into the Shop when The Good Husband asked what I was doing. I told him. “No” says The Good Husband, “No angel EVER leaves our house”. So dear friends that’s the story of Francis the putti that almost got away. It’s also the story of a man who is gentle, caring, loving, and who can always find room for one more putti.