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Made for a bridal shower. Bottom layer was chocolate cake with raspberry filling and top two layers were vanilla cake with blueberry filling. The cake was frosted with vanilla butter cream and decorated with chocolate fondant.
Playing with some gift box ideas for the kids. Had to double up the plates on the surface so it was strong enough to pull apart. 1x1 red bricks hold it together.
H.E. Joaquim Martins Gusmao, Minister of Agriculture and Fisheries, Gabrielle Isaak, Deputy Head of Mission, New Zealand Embassy in Timor-Leste and Dr. Jharendu Pant, Senior Scientist, WorldFish chatting over lunch at the GIFT harvesting ceremony.
And so to the 54th and final East Anglian church of the autumn.
One of the many joys of churchcrawling is not knowing what you might find inside. Even if the exterior is of a single narrative, inside it might be a different story. Or not.
You might meet no one, or a welcoming rector, vicar or warden, another photographer, or, whoever knows.
Which brings us to Aldringham. We had left the delights of Thorpness and were heading in a northerly direction. Past the golf course, empty of golfers. Passing over the heath, we come to a junction and I see a sign pointing the way to Aldringham church.
Down a long lane, lined with trees, to a row of almshouses and opposite a small church with a bellcote. It looked so unpromising, and to make it perfect, a gentle rain had begun to fall. This was clearly going to be a waste of time, either it would be locked or there would be nothing of interest to see.
Inside was a long nave with no chancel arch, or one I can recall. At the west end there was a raised section like the slope of a theatre with a few rows of seats. Above that a very fine stained glass window, and one similar at the east in the chancel.
Two ladies were busy cleaning the carpets and dusting surfaces, all ready for the decorating of the building.
They were pleased to see me, and I was told in very positive terms the greatness of the church and that is is much older than it looks.
But the church is dying, I was told. Not many locals use it, not many tourists come here either.
We talk about Thorpness: visitors leave their brains at the village sign I was told. People park anywhere and let children run everywhere and you can't say anything.
She said she doesn't go to Thorpness in the summer months due to the visitors, and the fact they don't use the local shops. Locals can't afford to live there; a story from almost all the EA coast. You can't tell visitors anything, I was told, if you do you get a mouthful back.
She doesn't like the bright lights of Thorpness and its attractions. What do you think of Aldeburgh I asked. I never go there, she said. Never.
We talked more about young people not being able to afford to live in the area, outsiders buying houses for holiday use once or twice a year, killing the local economy.
I had been inside the church for half an hour and not taken a shot, time was getting on and Jools was waiting outside, although she was reading The Book of Dust, so was alright.
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Aldringham is the posh end of Leiston these days, I suppose. It merges into the agro-industrial greyness towards Coldfair Green; as you head into it from central Leiston, you pass the Ogilvie almshouses, a name we will meet again later.
If the village is rather mundane, then the same cannot be said of St Andrew. You head out across the heath towards the fantasy holiday village of Thorpeness, which we will also come back to, and then turn southwards on a track through the forest, out into the pines and broom. Incongruously, a row of 19th century almshouses looms into view, looking for all the world as if it had been picked up from the terraces of east Ipswich and dumped here. And there, at the western end, is the delightful church of St Andrew, looking very pretty among the pine trees. I had first seen it on a dull, dark, dismal day in November 2000, and so it was a pleasure to come back on the hottest day so far of 2010 in bright sunshine. At first sight, the church is entirely Victorian, and might even be contemporary with the terrace. However, a blocked door and lancet in the south chancel wall give us a probable original date of about 1200, and a rood loft stair buttress also tells us of this former, Catholic liturgical age. A very good modern extension leads off from the north doorway.
If you had come here 150 years ago, You would have found a tall, ruined 15th century tower, like the one at Corton, 20 miles to the north. The church was painted in 1842, and you can see the tower in the third small photograph at the top of this page. But that is all gone now, for St Andrew was consolidated and completely refurbished inside and out in the mid 19th century. I think the Victorians made a pretty good job of it. The chancel priest door is blocked, and beside it on a buttress is the parish WWII memorial.
The south porch leads down into the body of the nave, and you step down into a church which is full of colour.From a historical point of view the most important survival is probably the 15th century font. This is one of the typically East Anglian fonts, of which about 160 survive in Suffolk, showing angels and evangelistic symbols on the bowl, and lions on the stem. Of all of them, this is one of the best. The seating is banked at the west end, and above it is one of two excellent, large 19th century windows. For such a small church to have two such large windows is rather unusual. This one is by Alexander Gibbs, and shows the disabled man being lowered by his friends through the roof to Christ. The inscription reads This window was placed here in grateful memory of Letitia Caroline Susannah Cannon who died November 8th 1896 aged 81 years, helpless from paralysis during 11 1/2 years. She abounded in most generous gifts to the poor, the church, the churchyard and the endowment. At the other end of the church the window depicts the feeding of the five thousand. These two unusual subjects suggest a particularly evangelical hue to the 19th century congregation here, and create a church like no other in the area. There is a fine, more modern window of St Andrew in a lancet in the south side, which the 19th century restorers here would no doubt have considered idolatrous..
There is an outstanding Art Nouveau memorial in the north-west corner of the churchyard to Letitia Cannon and her husband. I assume that the elaborate ironwork decorative fencing came from the foundry at nearby Leiston. But probably the most memorable thing about this churchyard is the collection of Ogilvie memorials on the southern side of the churchyard. A narrow avenue of box hedging led from the south porch. When I came this way in 2000, this was punctuated by scatterings of parasol mushrooms, which made a very pleasant meal later that night. Today, in the heat of summer, I had been warned to watch out for snakes in the churchyard - adders are common on this wooded heathland. I continued towards what looked like the village war memorial. Indeed, it is used as the village war memorial, but that is not all it is. It is a memorial to one of the Ogilivies, killed late on in the first war; but, as it is so much grander than the simple, pretty one set in the rood stair buttress of the church, it was here in that November that I had found the wreaths of plastic poppies were leaning. The inscription mentions Alexander Walter Ogilvie, who died on October 30th 1918, by name, but also makes reference to Lasting Remembrance of the Great Host of Heroes who made the Supreme Sacrifice 1914-1918. The names of the Aldringham dead are hidden away behind it, as if an afterthought. As I reached it, I was staggered by the massed ranks of large tomb chests on either side of it; Ogilvies to the left of me, Ogilvies to the right. It is the grandest collection of 20th century family tombs in all Suffolk, not excluding the Quilters at Bawdsey. The Ogilvies were fabulously well-to-do, and their name is all over this part of Suffolk, including those almshouses towards Leiston.
The Ogilvies lived at Sizewell Hall, and quite literally shaped the map of Suffolk; theirs was the responsibility for building Thorpeness, the jolly holiday resort on the coast a mile to the east of here, and for the land on which the Sizewell nuclear reactor was built, also a mile away. But best of all, they are thanked every wet Saturday by the divorced and separated fathers of Ipswich, who can let their temporary charges loose in the Ogilvie Room at Ipswich Museum, the biggest public collection of Victorian stuffed birds in the Kingdom. There are simply thousands of the things, including a mighty representation of Bass Rock, and all manner of exotic creatures who met their maker during a flight over the Ogilvies' substantial domain. On more than one display case it says this is the only example of this bird ever collected in Suffolk, and so we may assume that Lord Ogilvie killed an awful lot of birds to make sure that he got these few, a thought which has struck me repeatedly on my many visits to the museum. Ironically, the RSPB's huge Minsmere bird reserve now stretches north of the Ogilvies' former property.
I wandered around the Ogilvies for a while, and then headed back into the church. It was only now that I noticed a simple brass memorial on the south wall of the chancel. It remembers forty-four year old Benjamin Croft, whose name also appears on the World War I roll opposite. What makes him significant (he isn't an Ogilvie, after all) is that he was killed on 10th November 1918, the last full day of the Great War. What an awful piece of luck for him and his family. In 2000, the memorial had combined with the weather outside to infuse me with a mood of gloom, and I remembered still my feeling of sadness. But in 2010 I stepped out into the sunshine, and got chatting to people having a picnic outside the south porch. They were parishioners taking a break from the late spring tidy-up of the graveyard, and they very hospitably asked me to sit down and join them in a glass of wine. It turned out that the Rector, who I had met in the church, had told them who I was, and it was good to meet some followers of the site. They seemd a very jolly, friendly lot, and I decided that Aldringham church must be a fine place to be a member of the congregation.
In 2010, it was the height of the day. I saddled up my bike and set off in the blistering heat towards Knodishall. Back in 2000, the day was ending. I had hoped to head on to find the site of the lost church at Thorpe, and survey the outside, at least, of the 1930s church of St Mary at Thorpeness. But it was not to be, and these would have to wait for another day. The rain was falling steadily, all over Suffolk. I hauled my muddy bike up the muddy path to the almshouses, and set off across the heath, the darkness closing in. On across Coldfair Green, dissolving into the landscape, following Sizewell's mighty pylons to Saxmundham station, and then home.
Simon Knott, July 2010
A gift box for a set of meeple cufflinks. The paper on the lid of the box is a faux woodgrain. The interior of the box has felt that matches the color of the woodgrain.
The meeple with the heart on top is cut by hand out of felt.
During our annual Dirty Santa game, Nell Vann unwraps just what every maw maw needs for Christmas -- an mp3 player! Lucky for her, it was claimed in a later round.
For Our Daily Challenge - Box
From a book (Impressionist Garden Gift Boxes) of punch-out-easy-to-assemble small gift boxes.There were 18 and these are the last four. I have never seen a book of them since. The book was crazy expensive but I found it on a reduced-to-clear table at a bookstore. One of those good finds. The promo says - Perfect for candies, jewellery, love notes, small gifts, special treasures.
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If a little flower could speak, it seems to me that it would tell us quite simply all that God has done for it, without hiding any of its gifts.
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august 7th marked the EIGHT YEAR anniversary of when i got my first monster high doll, this draculaura ! it’s hard to believe it’s been that long.
( who’d have thought that 8 years later, I’d have a couple /hundred/ of these ghouls? )
she is still like new aside from one thing- glue seepage has become a big issue for her now and her hair’s pretty sticky. I’m going to try out the talc method on her soon!
I bought these whiskey stones for Dana as a Christmas Gift.
Ideal for chilling your favorite spirit without diluting its flavor.
Whoever invented these...bon idea! We will never have watered down drinks again :)
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I just finished this dress for my mom's birthday tomorrow. Gives me new respect for anyone who smocks in children's sizes. A dress for American Girl requires about 4 times the smocked area that a dress for Blythe does. While it's nice that it's not sooo tiny to look at and there's a bit more freedom in choosing patterns, it's a lot of stitching.
‘Small’ Gift:
Took me awhile to get my right models since there are lots of good ones out there.
Making it small so that it will not take out too much space – box size about 17cm(L) x 8cm(B).
Looking for cute but detailed models - for this case, horse replaced by pony.
Adjusting the sizes so that the models look well balance.
Buffalo and Pig - My bro-in-law and sis.
Rabbit, Pony and Sheep - Their kids.
Special thanks to my wife for this idea of a birthday gift.
All models folded by Wil Chua.
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Buffalo - Phạm Diệu Huy
Pig – Wil Chua
Rabbit - Jun Maekawa
Pony - Hideo Komatsu
Sheep - Hideo Komatsu
Rose - Toshikazu Kawasaki
Typeset – Jason Ku
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A gift box cake for an elegant grandmother whose favourite colour is blue. Royal icing stencilled onto fondant and all fondant accents.
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The companies in Indonesia are having to get clever to try to get cloves through customs. One thing they're doing is gift-wrapping the package inside the shipping box. This is the second shipment we've received since the ban and both were gift-wrapped. The wrapping says "Love" and has a quote I like: "Love is not just looking into each other's eyes, but looking outward together in the same direction."
Anyway, we fully expect that the gov'mint will eventually win and we won't get cloves anymore. Probably soon. That sucks. I have been a kretek smoker for over a decade and would rather never smoke again than smoke American cigarettes, which have zero asthetic value but are purely disgusting smelling/tasting delivery devices for nicotine addicts' drug of choice, made from the nastiest (and chemically-treated) ingredients available. It is the difference between hot dogs and filet mignon. And even that isn't an accurate-enough comparison of the drastic difference.
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I've been rearranging my miniature storage, & I keep running across things I forgot I had. I bought these when I was trying to create my food store because I needed many multiples of things
Other than the bottles look different, I don't know what the difference between the 2 oils is.
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Tough times call for tough measures! Due to the tanking economy, I decided to severely cut back on Christmas gifts this year. In order to soften the blow a bit, I made this gift tag and attached it to everyone's presents.
Santa was drawn in Photoshop on the graphic tablet, as well as the sketchy green oval. Everything was then imported into InDesign, where the text and the outer tag shape were added. Then I printed a bunch on card stock, cut them out with an X-Acto and punched a hole in the side.
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