I realized this morning that some of my brushes are more than 25 yrs old. Does that make me a cheap sob or nostalgic? I believe that as we go through our lives we imprint a piece of our selves into the things we cherish. I have a t-shirt from a very dear friend of mine that passed away in 1996 and still to this day when I put it on I feel close to him. When I pick up these brushes I feel the same way, these simple items made of glue, hogs hair and wood have literally been around the world with me. Each morning as I reach for their friendly embrace I’m taken to some place in my past that helps me create the future. To all be well. I hope the universe is kind and gentle to you all.