Hello again, Readers!!! I forgot to post my sewing projects :), and I wanted to post this composition that I had to write for school and thought you might enjoy it:
In the Baker's Window
A shy little street girl street girl stood on her tip-toes staring hungrily into the baker's shop. Every time a customer entered or exited the bakery, her heart would pound when she caught a delicious whiff of baking bread. She crinkled her brow and was determined to obtain a heavenly loaf of bread.
A woman passing by happened to stop and observe the baker kneading the dough. Memories flooded her mind and looked sympathetically at the street girl staring into the window. A shiver went down her spine, partly because of the crisp autumn wind; and partly because of the memories that she was reminiscing. She knew all too well what it was like to be on the street with people turning you down at every corner and angrily shoving you in their haste off the sidewalk into a puddle. It was not that long ago she was in the same position. She would have prossibly be in the same disposition if it were not for a kind baker to take her in.
"There now, deary, would you like a bite to eat?"
The girl blinked; too astounded to say words and could only nod willingly. It was the first time someone had talked to her with kindness and cordiality.
The woman entered into the shop; the warmth greeted her eagerly; the bell in the door jingled cheerfully; everything was so familiar. The baker was just taking a braided loaf from the crakling coals in the clay oven. The elderly Italian baker looked up from his work and smiled broadly, wiping the some excess flour off of his brow.
She purchased the newly baked loaf and a cup of cider and took it to the girl. "Oh, that is good," the street girl murmured in between sips of steaming hot cider.
"Thank you," she said softly but her gratitude was very evident in her meek voice.
The woman smiled, sighed contently, and continued down the sidewalk.
I finished this yesterday; I suppose you could call it a baby bonnet. It is now is tucked safely in my hope chest.
I purchased six of these lovely linen napkins from a flea market for an unpassable price. I have been embroidering them with French knots for my hope chest too!
This is one of my finished embroidery projects. It was fun to imagine what the Eiffel Tower is like in Paris. One of my top ten places to visit if I go to Europe.