murano


When I was small kid, my mother had a Murano collection in the living room that she loved more than anything. She loved her Murano collection so much that looking back at it, I might have had another brother by the name of Murano and not even know it until now. My mom would spend some time every day cleaning her Murano collection and while she was doing this, one could see in her face pure relaxation and happiness. Before attending to her Murano collection, she would turn the music on, pour herself a cup of wine and begin to pick each peace one at a time examining it deeply and then using soft strokes to clean it with the fluffiest cloth she had.  When I was older, I asked my mom what she liked so much about the Murano collection and she said that looking at it makes her feel like royalty; like she had finally found her way home after being lost. And the amazing thing is that she says she feels like this every single time she cleans her Murano collection.  Thinking back on her answer, makes me want to have something in my life that elicits the same emotions that the Murano collection does for her—it’s easy to see why she loves it so much.