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I have been very busy lately... doing some painting in the house.. this week our granddaughter is here so we are enjoying her visit.
Wishing everyone a good week. Thanks so much for your visits,,
Day 331/365:
A bit samey, I know but I don't have a lot of time at the moment with our grandson staying with us. It's my friend's birthday today so this is her gift. I watched a video on the way to wrap a gift like this, it was harder than it looked and the paper kept tearing. Got there in the end though. I made the gift tag too, and a card but didn't want to put too much in the frame so left the card out.
Day 200/365!!! TWO HUNDRED!!!
Definitely Dreaming - Six
Six daisies on a little wooden tray.
Not quite the image I had in mind but it will do.
I had every intention of posting earlier and catching up but things never go quite to plan do they?
Today has been the hottest day of our heatwave...I think the hottest day on record in the UK. It's been 39°C here, some places did top the 40° mark.
Lensbaby Velvet 56
Cavendish Mews is a smart set of flats in Mayfair where flapper and modern woman, the Honourable Lettice Chetwynd has set up home after coming of age and gaining her allowance. To supplement her already generous allowance, and to break away from dependence upon her family, Lettice has established herself as a society interior designer, so her flat is decorated with a mixture of elegant antique Georgian pieces and modern Art Deco furnishings, using it as a showroom for what she can offer to her well heeled clients.
Today we are in the very modern and up-to-date 1920s kitchen of Lettice’s flat: Edith her maid’s preserve. It is early morning, which is always Edith’s favourite time of day, for before Lettice arises, she can get a lot of her household chores done without interruption and without interrupting her mistress. With the airing, dusting and straightening of the flat’s main rooms done, as the clock nears eight, Edith can focus on preparing Lettice’s breakfast.
If Lettice were at her family home in Wiltshire, as an unmarried lady she would not be permitted to have breakfast in bed, that luxury reserved for married women like her mother only. However, in London, and under her own roof, no such stricture applies, so Edith sets about preparing her mistress’ breakfast tray. Sighing with satisfaction as she takes in a breath of cool morning air through the open window, the young maid stands at the deal pine kitchen table and places a pretty floral edged plate, and egg cup onto the dark wooden tray where they join a sliver salt shaker and pepper pot. She listens to the chirp of birds as she turns around and goes to the kitchen’s cutlery drawer and withdraws two spoons and a knife which she adds to the tray. Morning is the only time she really hears the birds, as within an hour, the streets around Cavendish Mews will be busy with the splutter of motor cars and the chug of buses and their noise will drown out the pretty songs of the birds who make their homes between the chimney pots and in the gardens of the surrounding Mayfair houses.
The sound of the brass kettle boiling on the stove breaks into her consciousness, and Edith turns and takes it off the hob. She picks up a small brass pan and adds water from the kettle and covers it with a lid and places it over an unlit burner.
Going to the meat safe near the back door Edith withdraws one of the bottles of milk left at the back door of the flat by the milkman even before she was out of bed, and a white carboard box with blue writing on it that proudly advertises eggs from Alexander Auld, by appointment to His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales. “Why on earth the Prince of Wales needs eggs from Aberdeen in Scotland is beyond me.” she mutters to herself as she lifts the lid and takes out a pristine white egg from the box. “Eggs are eggs. They all taste the same, no matter where they come from.” Her beau Frank Leadbetter, who is the delivery boy for Mr. Willison the local grocers, told her that if the Prince of Wales wanted Scottish eggs, who were they to question it, and always adds that she should feel lucky to eat eggs from the same farm that the Prince’s eggs come from. She shakes her head as she takes the egg over to the stove and puts it into the pot of freshly boiled water.
Returning to the table she pours creamy white milk into a jug that matches the egg cup and plate and places it on the tray. She picks up the jar of Golden Shred Orange Marmalade* and scoops orange jewel like gelatinous preserve from the jar and deposits it into a silver preserve pot. “Blast!” Edith mutters as a stray drop falls from her spoon and lands on the left cuff of her blue and white striped morning uniform where it seeps and bleeds into the fabric. Scraping what hasn’t been absorbed into the pot, she goes to the sink, runs the cold water tap and soaks a cleaning cloth under the clear stream before sponging the mark before it sets. Returning to the table, shaking her left arm half in irritation and half in a pointless effort to dry her now damp cuff, she puts the lid on the preserve pot.
She returns to the stove and takes up the kettle and pours hot water over the scoops of Lyon’s** tealeaves in the bottom of the floral patterned teapot that matches the rest of the crockery on the tray. With a satisfying clink, she drops the lid into the hole in the top.
“Oh my giddy aunt! The post!” Edith gasps, putting both her hands to her head. “I’d forget my head sometimes if it weren’t screwed on.”
Snatching up the slice of white bread she has freshly cut from the loaf on the table, she puts it in the gleaming silver toaster and takes up the letters and the magazine that have been delivered with the first post of the day.*** Edith goes through what is there.
“Looks like a formal invitation to something.” she murmurs as she holds up to the light one larger envelope of a higher quality than two others, which from the addresses she notes are from tradesmen, and tries to peer through the thick creamy white envelope. “I wonder if it’s an invitation to a ball, now that the Season has started up. Whose I wonder?”
Putting it down she then notices that the magazine that has been delivered is Country Life**** which Lettice does not subscribe to. “That’s odd.” She screws up her face and ponders the magazine featuring the grand colonnaded Georgian façade of a country house with its mistress descending its stairs on the cover. Then gasping with excitement, Edith remembers overhearing her mistress saying something about an interior she completed recently. Friends of Lettice, Margot and Dickie Channon, were gifted a Recency country “cottage residence” called ‘Chi an Treth’ (Cornish for ‘beach house’) in Penzance as a wedding gift by the groom’s father, the Marquess of Taunton when the pair were married in October 1921. Margot in her desire to turn ‘Chi an Treth’ from a dark Regency house to a more modern country house flooded with light, commissioned Lettice to help redecorate some of the principal rooms in a lighter and more contemporary style, befitting a modern couple like the Channons. Lettice decamped to Penzance for a week where she oversaw the painting and papering of ‘Chi an Treth’s’ drawing room, dining room and main reception room, before fitting the rooms out with a lorryload of new and repurposed furnishings, artwork and objets d’arte that she had sent down weeks prior to her arrival from her London warehouse. With the rooms redecorated under Lettice’s adept hands where once there was dark red paint, modern white geometric wallpaper hangs, and where formal, uncomfortable and old fashioned furnishings sat, more modern pieces dispersed by a select few original items give the rooms a lighter, more relaxed and more contemporary 1920s country house feel. The redecoration came to the attention of Dickie’s friend Henry Tipping***** who as well as being Dickie’s chum is also the Architectural Editor of Country Life, and after viewing it, he arranged for it to be featured in the magazine.
Opening the magazine, Edith flits through the different editorials before coming across the one about ‘Chi an Treth’ towards the middle. As she reads and looks at the many photographs of her mistress’ beautiful interior, her neutral face comes to life and she smiles as her eyes glisten. “Oh-ho!” she chortles, her cheeks reddening. “This will be thumb in the eye****** for Miss Lettice’s mother. She won’t be able to be dismissive of her decorating now.”
It is only as she is drinking in the beauty of Mr. and Mrs. Channon’s fashionable looking drawing rom that Edith realises that she has been so absorbed in reading the article that she didn’t hear the toast pop. Turning her head, she sees the slice poking its golden brown top out of the gleaming silvered toaster. Reluctantly putting the copy of Country Life down, she goes and picks up the toast with her right thumb and forefinger and brings it back to Lettice’s breakfast tray where she puts it on the plate. Adding a teacup and saucer in a matching pattern to the plate, egg cup and jug, she returns to the stove and removes the perfectly four minute boiled egg from the pot with a slotted spoon, and deposits it in the egg cup.
Placing the teapot onto the tray, she slips the letters into the pocket on the front of her apron, puts the copy of Country Life under her left arm and picks up the breakfast tray.
“Today is the day.” Edith says aloud with a smile as she pushes at the bottom of the door leading from the kitchen into the flat’s hallway with the toe of her shoe. “The day that Miss Lettice’s work is properly recognised is here. She is going to be so pleased.”
*Golden Shred orange marmalade still exists today and is a common household brand both in Britain and Australia. They are produced by Robertson’s. Robertson's Golden Shred recipe perfected since 1874 is a clear and tangy orange marmalade, which according to their modern day jars is “perfect for Paddington’s marmalade sandwiches”. Robertson's marmalade dates back to 1874 when Mrs. Robertson started making marmalade in the family grocery shop in Paisley, Scotland.
**Unlike today where mail is delivered on a daily or even sometimes only every few days basis, there were several deliveries done a day when this story is set. At the height of the postcard mania in 1903, London residents could have as many as twelve separate visits from the mailman. By 1923 it had been scaled back somewhat, but in London it would not be unusual to receive post three or four times a day.
*** Lyons Tea was first produced by J. Lyons and Co., a catering empire created and built by the Salmons and Glucksteins, a German-Jewish immigrant family based in London. Starting in 1904, J Lyons began selling packaged tea through its network of teashops. Soon after, they began selling their own brand Lyons Tea through retailers in the UK, Ireland and around the world. In 1918, Lyons purchased Hornimans and in 1921 they moved their tea factory to J. Lyons and Co., Greenford at that time, the largest tea factory in Europe. In 1962, J Lyons and Company (Ireland) became Lyons Irish Holdings. After a merger with Allied Breweries in 1978, Lyons Irish Holdings became part of Allied Lyons (later Allied Domecq) who then sold the company to Unilever in 1996. Today, Lyons Tea is produced in England. Lyons Tea was a major advertiser in the early decades of RTÉ Television, featuring the "Lyons minstrels" and coupon-based prize competitions.
****Country Life is a British weekly perfect-bound glossy magazine that is a quintessential English magazine founded in 1897, providing readers with a weekly dose of architecture, gardens and interiors. It was based in London at 110 Southwark Street until March 2016, when it became based in Farnborough, Hampshire. The frontispiece of each issue usually features a portrait photograph of a young woman of society, or, on occasion, a man of society.
*****Henry Tipping (1855 – 1933) was a French-born British writer on country houses and gardens, garden designer in his own right, and Architectural Editor of the British periodical Country Life for seventeen years between 1907 and 1910 and 1916 and 1933. After his appointment to that position in 1907, he became recognised as one of the leading authorities on the history, architecture, furnishings and gardens of country houses in Britain. In 1927, he became a member of the first committee of the Gardens of England and Wales Scheme, later known as the National Gardens Scheme.
******I am unsure of the origins of the saying “to shove a thumb in one’s eye”, but its meaning is to open someone’s eyes to the obvious, but not necessarily in a welcome way.
This domestic scene may not be all that it appears, for it is made up completely of items from my 1:12 miniatures collection.
Fun things to look for in this tableau include:
The copy of Country Life sitting on the table that is the lynchpin of this chapter was made by me to scale using the cover of a real 1923 edition of Country Life.
The panoply of things required by Edith to make Lettice’s breakfast that cover her deal kitchen table come from various different suppliers. The lacquered wooden breakfast tray and the pretty breakfast crockery came from specialist stockist of miniatures on E-Bay. The box of eggs in the background comes from Shepherds Miniatures in the United Kingdom. The slice of toast on the plate comes from Kathleen Knight’s Doll House in the United Kingdom. The bottle of milk in the background comes from Beautifully Handmade Miniatures in Kettering, as do the pieces of cutlery. The jar of Golden Shred marmalade in the foreground comes Little Things Dollhouse Miniatures in Lancashire as does the box of Lyon’s Tea in the background. The sliced load of bread comes from Polly’s Pantry Miniatures. The lidded silver preserve pot comes from Smallskale Miniatures in the United Kingdom. The silver salt and pepper shakers are part of a larger cruet set made by Warwick Miniatures in Ireland, who are well known for the quality of the detail in their pieces.
Edith’s Windsor chair in the background is a hand-turned 1:12 artisan miniature which came from America. Unfortunately, the artist did not carve their name under the seat, but it is definitely an unmarked artisan piece.
To the left of the sink is the food safe with a mop leaning against it. In the days before refrigeration, or when refrigeration was expensive, perishable foods such as meat, butter, milk and eggs were kept in a food safe. Winter was easier than summer to keep food fresh and butter coolers and shallow bowls of cold water were early ways to keep things like milk and butter cool. A food safe was a wooden cupboard with doors and sides open to the air apart from a covering of fine galvinised wire mesh. This allowed the air to circulate while keeping insects out. There was usually an upper and a lower compartment, normally lined with what was known as American cloth, a fabric with a glazed or varnished wipe-clean surface. Refrigerators, like washing machines were American inventions and were not commonplace in even wealthy upper-class households until well after the Second World War.
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This crispy and freshly baked bread display was one of the images I captured from the amazing banquet / buffet at one of the large Sydney city hotels.
"love our planet"
custom vinyl toy
diy: norm peep + ecospun felt + wooden tray
my humble custom piece for the "plastique fantastique: a custom vinyl toy show"" at monkeyhouse toys and gallery in silver lake, which runs from oct 4 -19.
(update: show extended to nov 2)
my base 'canvas' is an 8" diy: norm peep by creative peeples
(sorry, i forgot to take the final measurements, including the wooden tray, before dropping it off at the gallery :p)
portion of the sales for this piece will go to the hurricane ike relief funds.
thank you! ^^
"love our planet"
2008 sep 29
© woolloomooloo / woolloomooloosky. all rights reserved.
Well I had to wait for a couple of weeks for the apples to really go bad before staging the
pepper in the middle of this still life for contrast along with the rocks to add texture, the flies volunteered to help out a little, thank nature that the little critters were not in the union or this shot might cost some money. A little photoshop to sharpen and I think it turned out pretty good. What do you think?
Chicken biriyani
Chicken pepper gravy..
And fish fry…!!
Above all 120 years old ROSEWOOD serving tray..!!
Finally my own wooden LEGO item and a nice one at that:)
Like someone said, I'll use it to store my slotted 2x4 bricks in.
A fitting place to keep them.
This box was used by Toy-shop owners to sell loose LEGO parts (1953-54) .
Kids could simply rummage through the parts and search for the parts they wanted.
So for all you out there who like PAB, this was one of the first PAB boxes out there:)
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Gary I. : This wooden box is know as 700K/4 (4 partitions). It also comes in a larger size known as 700K/5 (5 partitions). Danish retailers sold individual bricks and ABB as well as tall classic windows/doors from these boxes, where the individual parts were dumped in them. There was a large mixed box of ABB and tall classic windows/doors known as 700B/C that could be ordered by the retailer from TLG... and the contents of these mixed reorder boxes would be dumped into the wooden 4 or 5 partition boxes for individual sales to children.
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Box measurements: 39 x 19 x 7 cm
Compartments: 17.5 width x 15 cm / x 7.7 cm / x 7.5 cm / x 5.3 cm
Thickness o/t wood: 0.7 cm
INGREDIENTS:
2 medium dark-orange sweet potatoes, peeled and cut into 1-inch pieces
1 medium yellow bell pepper, cut into 1-inch pieces
2 tablespoons butter or margarine, melted
1 tablespoon honey
1/2 teaspoon seasoned salt
1 tablespoon chopped fresh chives
DIRECTIONS:
1. Heat coals or gas grill for direct heat. Cut 18x18-inch piece of heavy-duty foil; spray with cooking spray. Place sweet potatoes and bell pepper on center of foil.
2. Mix butter, honey and seasoned salt in small bowl. Drizzle over potato mixture; stir to mix. Fold foil over vegetables so edges meet. Seal edges, making tight 1/2-inch fold; fold again. Allow space on sides for circulation and expansion.
3. Cover and grill packet over medium heat 15 to 20 minutes or until sweet potatoes are tender. Place packet on serving platter. Cut large X across top of packet; unfold foil. Sprinkle with chives.
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Made Explore April 4, 2012! Currently #113.
*Reviving memories is a part of Rains,its undoubtedly for all..
*I watched Rains silently..
*Raindrops like tears,wash away ones mind,splashes thoughts into and remember the red muddy pools in front of the house.
There were several Estate Sales, a couple church sales, and a bunch of garage sales going on this morning, so my mom and I decided to check some of them out. This was my haul, plus the linen napkins my mom snatched up. She also managed to score 50+ children's books, a huge bin of k'nex, some beautiful costumes, manipulatives, and some vintage puzzles and blocks for her grade one classroom. We were surprised at how well we did! Snowie decided she wanted to check things out while I was taking pictures.
It is rainy and damp, so I definitely did NOT drink my lemon tea out there on the porch. I just put it there for a picture and then retreated to the warm, dry shelter of my living room.
With the weather being so fickle, I'm sick. Hence the lemon tea. I normally do my editing and uploading during the kids' naptime, but I intend to take a nap myself, so I'm getting it out of the way now.
1. TRUE. I drove the campus bus line for about 6 months until I dropped out because I was broke, and then I drove for the county's transportation service. I also did door-to-door van routes, but my favorites were the big buses.
2. TRUE. I still have a dent in my skull from it.
3. TRUE. My hair is very thick and heavy, and since I'm prone to headaches anyway, the weight gives me a lot of headaches. It's also very hot. Short just works better.
4. TRUE. There is nothing wrong with the parts of my eye that do the seeing. The issue is that the front of my eyeball is curved too sharply. All my lenses do is correct the angle at which light hits my eyes.
5. LIE. *I* bought tickets to take *him* for his birthday, BUT we never made it. The first weekend we had reserved was the biggest snowstorm of the season, and the second weekend we tried there was another huge storm and we couldn't risk leaving the kids so far away. I was super bummed.
6. TRUE. Coffee is gross. The carbonation in pop gives me stomachaches so I can't drink much of it, and for some reason tea doesn't keep me awake the way coffee does. So coffee it is. I use a looooot of cream and sugar.
7. TRUE. I had Stadol, which didn't do anything for the pain, but with every contraction I would hallucinate a wall rushing toward my face, and I saw pink elephants and cartoon penguins dancing around puffy yellow flowers. I'm never doing that again. Things were rougher with my second birth, but at least there were no elephants.
8. TRUE. My first car was Bernice, my truck was Claude, and my current car is Janet. I love my camera more than any of my cars, but I've never named it. Weird.
9. TRUE. Henrietta was awesome. She unfortunately didn't survive the move when we went from Ohio to Philadelphia 4 years ago. It was too much stress on her.
10. TRUE. You can see pictures of my dad, "Scud" Huggins,here (scroll down until you read the letter from "Emily" -- that's my niece, and the photos belong to her parents). I did ride quads a lot growing up, and I've been in a couple of poker runs, but I've never raced.
Honorable mentions (facts that I meant to put in but forgot):
I was once on the Montel Williams show. It wasn't nearly as awesome as you'd think. And Montel is not a friendly person.
I had so many ear infections as an infant that I was nearly deaf until I was 5. I learned to speak by reading people's lips.
I'm terrified of heights. I can't even go on a slide without a little panic. But I love rollercoasters.
Mortimer Boxer lab mixed breed dog and Lucy the cat comfortably on the couch sleeping ,Cobourg Ontario Canada ,Sept 17 2006
Cobourg Marina boat storage near the west beach ,Having our daily walk with Mortimer our Boxer Lab mixed breed dog ,working at pulling at hard as could as he always did, Cobourg Ontario Canada , April 19. 2007
Mortimer Boxer lab mixed breed dog working doing what he loves best running and playing with a stick at the Cobourg West beach August 31. 2006
Mortimer our Boxer lab mixed breed dog in de snow working at the West beach doing what he likes to do , running and eating snow , Martin’s Photographs , Cobourg , Ontario , Canada , January 14. 2007
Mortimer our Boxer Lab mixed breed dog working at the Cobourg west beach doing his favourite thing playing with a stick or tree branch on the beach , Martin’s photographs , Cobourg , Ontario , Canada , August 31. 2006
Cobourg west beach
dog laying on his back
comfortable sofa
June 2004
Sofa
Mortimer
Cobourg pier
Cobourg lighthouse
Cobourg Beach
Mortimer Boxer Lab mixed breed dog
dog working at the beach
stick
tree branch
Dog
beach
Martin’s photographs
Cobourg
Ontario
Canada
November 2003
Boxer Lab mixed breed dog
Port Hope
Favourites
favourite thing
mattress
deck
July 2006
Nikon
Nikon E5700
Dog
Lake Ontario
Sand
Water
Tree
Mortimer boxer dog
Monument
Miles World
Memory
June 2016
Boxer dog
Boxer mixed breed dog
Cedar tree
Tropical plants
River
Terns
Tern
Happy New Year
photograph converted to sepia
Sunset
Hammock
Tree
Heron
Egret
January 2016
IPhone 6
Rocks on the beach
Sand
Rocks
Canon PowerShot S410
PowerShot S410
Stairs up
May 2007
Thai Restaurant
Brualai Taste of Thai Restaurant
Driftwood
June 2007
March 2007
Ducks
Gulls
Lake Ontario
Ice buildup
Ice
Snow
February 2007
January 2007
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Two simple white coffee cups sit on a wooden tray in a welcoming kitchen. The scene conveys comfort and readiness for a warm beverage, ideal for starting the day.
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