"...my dad instilled in me a pure appreciation for home. He reveled in the elegant, epicurean pleasures of hearth and family, and he showed me that everything I'll ever need can be found within."
The Wabi-Sabi House The Japanese Art of Imperfect Beauty, Robyn Griggs Lawrence, CLARKSON POTTER/PUBLISHERS, NY, ©2004, Dedication Page "For My Father".
I was very fortunate to have a similar father. I remember once he brought me to a restaurant in Chicago for lunch. He asked me to order a baked potato without sour cream, butter, salt and pepper. He wanted me to eat the potato and taste the potato and honor the potato that I was eating. At the time, I didn't know he was teaching me how to live in a wabi-sabi house; but he was.