Three Sisters

India. Paris. Saffron. These three sisters have been brewing in my imagination for what seems an eternity and now I am so pleased to see them in reality. They were inspired by an article a friend shared about the evolving "look" of the American, literally a melting pot of ethnic mixes. The idea of what is American spoke close to home because my daughter, husband and I are all a mix of various ethnicities and we all identify as an American. And while these sisters are not necessarily American or any other specific nationality, they are for me the face of the what our modern world is becoming, a beautiful blend of ethnicities and cultures.

Each sister is a blend of colors and  textures.

Each sister is beautiful.

Each sister is interesting in the story she has to tell.

India, the oldest of the three sisters, is serious and responsible and full of wisdom, if a bit unconventional. Sometimes she'll give you a quirky bit of wisdom but still meaningful and useful all the same. Her sisters are always coming to her for advice or just to listen to her talk for she always has a story to tell. Her imagination is vast and vivid, uncontained by the confines of this world, has soared through space and roamed the place where fairies live.

Paris is the middle child, bright and confident. She has no fear and in fact she can do just about anything. India calls her a bit of a dare devil but really she is not. She loves the sound of trains and often dreams of distant travels. In fact she longs for the return of travel by train, that romantic era where the sounding whistle of the train signaled the beginning of an adventure.

Saffron is the baby of the family and she is totally dependent on her sisters whom she loves dearly. She constantly wears a mysterious smile on her face that leaves everyone wondering what she is thinking about. She has a head full of wild natural hair that her sisters are always trying to tame but she loves letting it just do what it may. Saffron is a collector of things and ideas, and she stores both in her special box. In it she keeps all the things she loves: pictures of her sisters, shells and rocks and dried, pressed flowers, all the colors she finds beautiful and so much more.