Millefiore

I love it when things happen that seem like coincidence, but aren't actually. These are moments when the planets or stars align, when tiny pieces of the huge jigsaw fall into place.

Tonight me and my mother, who is a mosaic and stained-glass artist, were sat at the table looking through the most recent additions of millefiore to her collection, picking out the chiocest pieces. We decided to guess which of the delicate slices were each others favourites; I picked similar. She picked exactly the pieces that I had in mind, in the order in which I picked them in. Wonderful. We laughed a lot. We are obviously closer than I thought, it's a comforting thought.

Stars, hearts, flowers, swirls, luminous, incandescent, twinkling, sparkling...