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	<title>Comments on: The Spirit of the Place</title>
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	<description>Where my imagination rents a room</description>
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		<title>By: Allegra</title>
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		<dc:creator>Allegra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 05:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I guess I am weird because when something cracks, or chips or whatever mars the once perfect surface, I bring out my gold leaf and brushes and turn the &quot;mar&quot; into an homage to the beauty of survival. I honor the &quot;flaw&quot; by gold leafing the thing to a fare thee well and there it sits, forever enriched by the choice of the Fates. I have never forgotten what I was told many years ago at a tiny village in the Middle East when asked to find the &quot;flaw&quot; in a handmade gorgeous carpet; I replied it was perfect, and the guide said - &lt;br/&gt;&quot;It cannot be. Perfection is reserved for Allah&quot;.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I guess I am weird because when something cracks, or chips or whatever mars the once perfect surface, I bring out my gold leaf and brushes and turn the &#8220;mar&#8221; into an homage to the beauty of survival. I honor the &#8220;flaw&#8221; by gold leafing the thing to a fare thee well and there it sits, forever enriched by the choice of the Fates. I have never forgotten what I was told many years ago at a tiny village in the Middle East when asked to find the &#8220;flaw&#8221; in a handmade gorgeous carpet; I replied it was perfect, and the guide said &#8211; <br />&#8220;It cannot be. Perfection is reserved for Allah&#8221;.</p>
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		<title>By: V-Grrrl</title>
		<link>http://fridaville.com/the-spirit-of-the-place/comment-page-1/#comment-315</link>
		<dc:creator>V-Grrrl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 Feb 2009 00:23:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have a friend who can&#039;t bear for anything to look the least bit worn or imperfect. She is forever cleaning, polishing, replacing to keep everything pristine. And I&#039;m the opposite. I admit I don&#039;t like saggy sofas but old, scratched, and worn wood is my friend. The pieces I inherited from my parents aren&#039;t old enough to be antiques or unique or well made enough to be collectible, but they have their own stories, the banged up bottoms of the china hutch reminding me how many times my mother&#039;s Fuller brush broom hit wood while chasing crumbs and dust balls, the rings on the dresser surface reminding me how her houseplants sometimes were overwatered, the scorch mark on the kitchen table, a reminder of a hot popcorn pan put down without a trivet to rest on.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have tons of old pieces from my husband&#039;s family too--dressers with peeling varnish and broken trim, mirrors discolored by the years, chests with drawers that stick.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Yes, this is my life. This is my home. These scuffs, dents, and scratches don&#039;t ruin it for me, just make the vision and the story a bit richer.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have a friend who can&#8217;t bear for anything to look the least bit worn or imperfect. She is forever cleaning, polishing, replacing to keep everything pristine. And I&#8217;m the opposite. I admit I don&#8217;t like saggy sofas but old, scratched, and worn wood is my friend. The pieces I inherited from my parents aren&#8217;t old enough to be antiques or unique or well made enough to be collectible, but they have their own stories, the banged up bottoms of the china hutch reminding me how many times my mother&#8217;s Fuller brush broom hit wood while chasing crumbs and dust balls, the rings on the dresser surface reminding me how her houseplants sometimes were overwatered, the scorch mark on the kitchen table, a reminder of a hot popcorn pan put down without a trivet to rest on.</p>
<p>I have tons of old pieces from my husband&#8217;s family too&#8211;dressers with peeling varnish and broken trim, mirrors discolored by the years, chests with drawers that stick.</p>
<p>Yes, this is my life. This is my home. These scuffs, dents, and scratches don&#8217;t ruin it for me, just make the vision and the story a bit richer.</p>
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		<title>By: notmassproduced</title>
		<link>http://fridaville.com/the-spirit-of-the-place/comment-page-1/#comment-314</link>
		<dc:creator>notmassproduced</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 21:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i like him this way too  - he looks like he can keep u strong</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i like him this way too  &#8211; he looks like he can keep u strong</p>
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		<title>By: Kathleen Botsford</title>
		<link>http://fridaville.com/the-spirit-of-the-place/comment-page-1/#comment-313</link>
		<dc:creator>Kathleen Botsford</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your wisdom is deep.  Like life itself.  You continue to inspire me with every post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your wisdom is deep.  Like life itself.  You continue to inspire me with every post.</p>
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