Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Feather catchers, unexpected and a perfect gift
My sisters and I all bought these at a wonderful shop in Dillsboro, North Carolina over the period of a few years. The green one above was one of the last ones the potter made - I was told by the owner of the shop that she had a terminal illness and was not expected to live. And indeed - there were no more in that shop again. I'm sorry I don't know her name. And an internet search never brings up "feather catchers" like these, only the Native American "dream catchers." So it seems we have something truly unique.
The Mole Hole in Pensacola, Florida, where niece Abby and her family live. She spotted something that goes so perfectly with our feather catchers, that she just had to get one for both of us.
Nana Thebus. Somehow it has the same spirit as the feather catchers I already have, so of course it fits right in. It reminds Jo of how grandson Monroe loves to peek out at her through tree branches. A perfect gift.