While on our summer vacation in Savannah, I saw the most gorgeous, stunning, unbelievably breathtaking religious piece I've ever seen. Perfectly pastel, with soft muted tones. Just the right amount of detail not overly ornate.... a little shabby.... simply perfect. What was it you ask? An alter. Yes, I wanted an alter. Of course that sounds ridiculous. Who puts an alter in their home? Well, I would.
In fact, there it sits, in my home. How it got here is a very long story. I don't want to bore you with details. There was lots of white lies and deception on my husband's part... all for very good reason of course! He even had the neighbors in on it, checking the mail so I would not see the credit card statement!
When buying a piece, especially one that's this substantial, I ask the person who I bought it from if they know anything about it. Unfortunately, this time, they knew nothing about it. I don't know why, but I can picture this alter in a small church in Mexico, long ago. I picture the parishioners coming together, using their talents to build, to craft this piece to be used in their church. Or, perhaps it was an alter used in a small church in a coal mining town of Pennsylvania or Ohio. Those are the images that keep coming to me. Either way, the alter was built by hand with love and dedication.