Well I have to admit that I have been severely chastised of late because of my lack of blog posts and now that I look back it seems that it has been a good three months, which is very surprising to me. This will be put right immediately here is a picture festooned blog post to make up for lost time.
Since my last missive winter deco has been and gone (sigh). It proved to be a roaring success (well, how could it fail to be, Napier never disappoints) and as well as the usual suspects we met two charming ladies from the Deep South who were an inspiration. They are shy creatures who would not like to be named in the public domain but suffice it to say that they were the picture of sartorial elegance and generous in sharing ideas for deco-ficication of clothing and accessories. By the time winter deco was over I almost looked forward to returning home in order to start planning costumes for next year, which is no small thing.
Shortly after returning from winter deco I was given this glorious original parasol/umbrella in rich burgundy tones. It is of no practical use, as the fabric is perishing and going into holes in places, but folded up it looks most impressive.
I had already been hankering after an ox blood red costume and at winter deco obtained an ox blood coloured pair of leather gloves. I already had a leather clutch bag, courtesy of St Vinnies (not too badly priced at $2) and one pair of shoes, but found another pair with a finer heel.
These things should all go together nicely to be the basis of a costume for next winter's deco - it is always so good to have a project on the go to keep one sane in between the deco days! I have a couple of hats, (a fedora and a cloche), to work with, and a heather coloured tweed suit. As The Dancing Queen reminds me, the hat can be the most difficult part so it is a good thing that isn't a worry this time round!
In case you should think I have been entirely taken up with my personal appearance I can report that a very good haul of priceless art works was obtained on the journey south. This wonderful landscape features two cows which somewhat resemble dogs and also a sheep which looks rather like a blob of cotton wool and I was very taken with it when I spied it in the Taupo Salvation Army shop. Fortunately it was reduced to $4, so it was within my slender budget
and it looks very good with the other similarly toned landscapes it hangs with.
Even so, I am very pleased with the look of them all together.
At the same Sallies store I lashed out and bought this one too, thinking it would look good in the rose-festooned boudoir at SC. When I got it home though the "white" roses were very blue and looked better in the bathroom. No matter, that was one room which did have a bit of space left for paintings so it all worked out well in the end.
These had recently been given to Mr Shoestring as a gift and they had the same "feel" as the painting in terms of vintage, so they sit directly underneath.
This little doyley from 1922 is still in good condition and was languishing in Putaruru, just waiting for somebody to take it home. The hand made lace around the edge is particularly fine and I can imagine a young woman toiling away on it for her glory box.
Mr Shoestring didn't come home empty handed either, he found a treasure trove of old postcards depicting his beloved Te Aroha, most of the buildings seen here are still standing.
He is becoming rather discerning now and eschewed several of them for his own obscure reasons and after buying several declared that he had enough of them and would stop collecting them! If only I had the same self control. We were surprised to see that most of them were only addressed to a particular street with no street number added, maybe the posties were more knowledgeable and the populace less transient in those days!
Lest you suspect that Mr Shoestring has been neglected during all this feverish shopping I have to tell you that he obtained a magnificent fair isle vest for next winter deco in suitably muted tones
The leather label on the inside proudly proclaims that P Cohen, tailor, mercer, clother, hatter etc of 92 Willis Street (surely that must be Willis Street in Wellington) was the supplier of this wonderful item. Next time I am in Wellington I will try to see what is at 92 Willis Street now, I doubt that P Cohen is still keeping shop at that location.
Also Mr Shoestring was presented by my mama with the lovely leather suitcase you can see to the left of the picture below, which still has its original luggage labels festooning its sides and top.
And I couldn't resist showing off the cushion-made-out-of-a-teatowel which I have stuffed with feathers from an old down duvet. Featuring Hawkes Bay of course.
Last weekend at Shoestring Cottage I put together some left over crazy quilt blocks and made a pinboard for the sewing room but now that it is finished it seems a shame to cover the embroidery up by sticking things all over the front, so it could well end up being yet one more picture hanging on the groaning walls.
In the sewing room I am making superhuman efforts to keep things tidy because I recently located this in an op shop and with the help of Mr and Mrs Peaceable it was transported from Auckland to SC. It wasn't quite the right colour for the sewing room, which had to be repainted and all in all a lot of trouble and bother followed on after the purchase of this "bargain". It isn't even very practical, because the glass fronted cupboards mean that you can only really store pretty things in that part of it, nothing unattractive or utilitarian.
But how pretty it is!
All the depression glass had to go in there, also the nice tins and containers with mother of pearl buttons
the nice pieces of crochet and lace awaiting use
all the labels from ties which are going to be used - for something - some day
and the prettiest floral china plates
I have in fact become a reformed character where my sewing room is concerned - no longer messy and untidy, as long as you don't open the doors on the cupboards, in which case you could be swamped by an avalanche of falling fabric.
Outside spring is almost upon us and the garden is waking up again. I have to confess to having carried out yet more inappropriate planting - this time it was something which purports to be a Himalayan Daphne, just like a daphne bush but growing to tree-like proportions (2.5 metres x 2.0 metres). On the strength of two blossoms (which did indeed look like daphne and had a lovely fragrance) I have given garden space to this incomer - no doubt it will die a long, slow, lingering death in the garden while I anxiously nurse it and fret over it but such is the life of a gardener. But being ever optimistic a gardener will always hope for the best and imagine the new plant creating a cloud of scented blossoms which will scent the entire garden, possibly the whole neighbourhood, and bring joy and delight to all.
Hoping you are keeping up with all the things which bring you delight even if you don't have the advantage of a deco obsession!