Light As A Feather

Hope is a thing with feathers.
That perches in the soul.
And sings the tunes without the words.
And never stops at all.
(Verse from Emily Dickinson poem)

I love the metaphor of feathers meaning hope. To me, this poem inspired thoughts of how hope cannot always be spoken. On dark days it can seem that hope could fly away, but actually it is more grounded and attached to our soul.

That even when heavy storms come at the very core hope stays solid. Like a feather and carries us through. Always.



In recent times I have been very aware of the significant role feathers play in our lives of everyday things.

Their diversity and beauty cross over from decorative to substantial.



I question if the experience of dipping a quill in a pot of ink, gave more time to ponder the choice of the exact words so as to communicate with clear meaning. Is the speed of technology diluting the accuracy of speaking our truths?



My mantra has been beauty, comfort and function for two decades.

I see them all as equal importance. Function and beauty is somewhat subjective. However, comfort is universal. Maybe varying degrees of "mush", but soft and comfy is something we all want. While there are many wonderful substitutions to feather that we happily sell in Rachel Ashwell Shabby Chic Couture stores, I love the idea of feathers in our products.