There is nothing quite
like the skirl of the pipes or even a big brass marching band to warm the
cockles of the heart! Or so it seems to
me, though I believe this is not a universally held opinion. Much to my surprise, when dear old
National Radio played a track by The Red Hot Chilli Pipers (what an excellent
name), there was a flood of complaint and a similar thing happened when there
was a brass band track played. The
general opinion seemed to be that this music was “low brow” and a cacophony of sound which was horrid to hear. Well, I am afraid I am just the sort of low
brow common sort of person who revels in such entertainment and this weekend we
went to the 20th annual Paeroa tattoo and
highland games.
The massed pipes would
have stirred all but the most moribund of individuals into toe-tapping
jig and as for the mace twirling, the champion was giving it his all and
the mace flew up into the sky and twinkled in the sun. The strong men tossed the caber and carried
enormous weights back and forth, and the highland dancers all looked so dainty
in their varied tartans. It had been a
beautiful sunny day and as the sun went down behind the hills the bands all
came out and performed en mass before we heard the lone piper at the end. A very special outing. Plus which Mr Shoestring was happy to see
somebody wearing a kilt in the tartan of his clan, which he had never seen before. (I fear he won’t rest until he get his very
own kilt now, he already has a hat and a tie in his tartan.)
But these trousers were certainly the star of the event, eclipsing all the more subdued tartans.
I think I can truthfully say that I have never before seen any like them. Eye wateringly colourful and if you are going to make a statement with your attire you might as well put yourself into it heart and soul, which this gentleman has clearly done.
But these trousers were certainly the star of the event, eclipsing all the more subdued tartans.
I think I can truthfully say that I have never before seen any like them. Eye wateringly colourful and if you are going to make a statement with your attire you might as well put yourself into it heart and soul, which this gentleman has clearly done.
Apart from that outing
there was the monthly market to attend – a couple of nice plants, a little
glass dish (green of course),
some old glass buttons and a very interesting selection of knitting pattern books and sewing books from 1942 – 1954.
some old glass buttons and a very interesting selection of knitting pattern books and sewing books from 1942 – 1954.
One thing which I
found quite surprising was the enormous range of things which were knitted –
everything from evening bags and heelless socks (for the troops in 1942)
Socks for the troops
through to boater hats
and handbags and evening jackets
"Invitation to the Waltz" evening jacket. I can't imagine wanting to dance for long in this warm garment!
It seems that
nothing was beyond the ambition of these keen knitters, such was their desire
to wield their trusty needles. I feel
very sad that the woolen mills we used to have in New Zealand have closed
down, but after looking through these magazines I can see there is nowhere near
the degree of interest in knitting that there once was, or the level of skill. And I don’t think I would much fancy wearing
a knitted two piece suit.
Also the knitted baby layettes would take a lot of car and attention in washing,
and I do remember as a child not liking to wear itchy woollies so probably there
are some good reasons for the decline.
In this publication I
was surprised to find an advertisement for “Your Favourite Laxative” which
conjured up visions of people rising from their beds in the morning and racing
into the kitchen with cries of, “Yum yum, give me half a cup of Nyal Figsen, it is
my all time favourite!” It never occurred to me that a
laxative could elicit such enthusiasm, especially the "double strength" version.
Etiquette was
very much in the minds of some people too. This instructive little piece covers the ins and outs of what to do if
one should chance to receive an invitation such as that described – just what I
was needing to know, so helpful.
You receive an invitation which is engraved or printed on a folded "informal".
DON'T: Telephone your answer.
DO: Write your answer on an "informal" or on small notepaper.
In the Helpful Hints For Housewives column (tips kindly sent in by readers), one recommendation was to mix 2 teaspoons of baking soda with 1 cup of cigar ashes and enough water to form a paste. Apparently this made an excellent metal polish. Where would one possibly obtain a whole cup of cigar ashes? Was this some weird form of boastfulness? (I am so wealthy that I can burn boxes of cigars to obtain ashes for metal polish.) Or did the unfortunate housewife trail around behind any passersby who happened to be smoking cigars in the hope of catching a piece of falling ash?
DON'T: Telephone your answer.
DO: Write your answer on an "informal" or on small notepaper.
In the Helpful Hints For Housewives column (tips kindly sent in by readers), one recommendation was to mix 2 teaspoons of baking soda with 1 cup of cigar ashes and enough water to form a paste. Apparently this made an excellent metal polish. Where would one possibly obtain a whole cup of cigar ashes? Was this some weird form of boastfulness? (I am so wealthy that I can burn boxes of cigars to obtain ashes for metal polish.) Or did the unfortunate housewife trail around behind any passersby who happened to be smoking cigars in the hope of catching a piece of falling ash?
Then there is the Berlei corset advertisement which outlines the five different type of female figure –
somehow I can understand “short waisted” and “swayback” but just being called
“abdomen” seems a little harsh, wouldn’t you agree?
And what about this
one for a new lipstick shade. Who would
have thought that a new lipstick would have such a radical effect? It would have to be kept under lock and key,
and only brought out on VERY special occasions!
"Wear Riding Hood Red at your own sweet risk ... we warn you you're going to be followed. It's a rich ripe succulent red that turns the most innocent look into a tantalising invitation."
But perhaps most
excitingly this weekend, the strong sons of Mr Peaceable and Mr Peaceable
himself came and lifted the “hood” of the pond into place. It was a bit of a mission but with a big team effort it came
together and looks very effective. The
inside has been painted black and soon it will be ready to have some fish
introduced. I can’t wait. The sound of the water splashing and the way
the light reflects up onto the wall and the back of the pond is most pleasing.
It wasn’t all reading
of old magazines this weekend, the costumes for art deco weekend are all
packed up and ready to go now.
Mr Shoestring has somehow mislaid his black fedora, his brown fedora and his red spotty silk tie so he is a little aggrieved, but I feel sure he will still be able to pass muster and enjoy himself.
Mr Shoestring has somehow mislaid his black fedora, his brown fedora and his red spotty silk tie so he is a little aggrieved, but I feel sure he will still be able to pass muster and enjoy himself.
Mr Shoestring also
lived up to his promises as far as the stained glass windows for the front
porch were concerned. Thank you so much,
Woolly Wallies, for the kind donation.
Though it has taken a while to find the perfect spot for them I think
you will agree that they are not wasted here.
From the inside of the porch
From the outside