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Friday, August 24, 2012

A Vintage Picnic

 
 
It seemed like time for a picnic. I think people used to do this more often. We certainly did. Always fun, a simple sandwich outdoors has now become somewhat romanticized, don't you think?
 
 
 
 
 Our inspiration today came from Brambly Hedge. This is the collection of Spring, Summer, Fall, & Winter.
 
 
 
 
 
The mice of Brambly Hedge just know how to live. Looking over the offerings, we decided all we needed was a few cakes and pies and an apple or two. 
 
 
 
 
 
 You have to include a cheery quilt or throw. I don't sit on the ground as easily as a six or eight year old any more so I threw a few pillows into the mix too. These are made with a vintage barkcloth fabric.
 
 
 
 
 The lady mice go through all sorts of marvellous elaborations to prepare for their outing, which I know some of you consider all the fun. But we just made a stop at the bakery. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
We filled the picnic hamper with vintage tablecloths and towels. Unfortunately by the time we got to the park a storm was blowing and threatening rain. We chose a bench instead, and fed most of the pastry to the ducks. I don't think that's P.C..    
 
 
 
 
I appreciate modern machine made quilts for the hard uses of life. They have charm, and are less delicate than their vintage predecessors. I don't worry over an inexpensive quilt that can be tossed in the washer. And a cozy quilt just seems like a picnic essential!
 
 
 
 
 We brought the storybook too, to pore over the masterful illustrations by Jill Barklem.
 
 
 
 
She deftly pins all of the domestic delights of life onto a single small page! And in the most appealing colors.



 
 
 
 
 
We came home sleepy, and decided that since we had everything at hand, our own backyard was glamorous enough for sprawling out on. Even without ducks. Besides, we were hungry all over again!




 
 
 
 

 



 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 More vintage smocked pillows. Can you ever have enough?
 
 
 








Have a terrific weekend my friends!
Maybe there's an outing in it for you too. . . .
 
Jacqueline 

 
 
 
 
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Picture Postcards

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
When you have strong sunlight most days of the year, an overcast day can feel quite gentle. Somehow quieter even though nothing else has changed.
 
 
 
 
It certainly draws me outdoors, and makes me dream of English Roses and botanical gardens. We have one single bloom for cheer from our own small collection of shrubs.
 
 
 
 

There is even the promise of a soft drop or two. The welcome suggestion of rain at the very least. Until it does, I'll keep busy putting together a mental souvenir. My picture postcards of the last days of another lovely summer passing by. . . .  
 
 


 
 
 
 

 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
I hope there's something soft and gentle in your day too!
 
Jacqueline
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Small Celebrations



We have a lot of birthdays at the end of summer, and it seems that we have a long series of small celebrations. But any excuse is fine for a gathering on the lawn this time of year.










Maybe it's because we have so many Leo's around the table, but I always like a touch of drama in a humble setting. One way to achieve it is to bring the fine furniture outside to join the party like the French and English do.














But anything unexpected is going to bring a little theater into a celebration and spark conversation. A cluster of antique books, for instance, or a set of gorgeous botanical cards. My son even offered to set up the market tent again. He said it was no trouble, and it set such a festive tone for our last garden party. But we're keeping it simpler than that.










I always think I need to pull out the script napkins at least once in August. I wonder why?














A bit of vintage lace and crystal is always invited.



 





Perhaps someone might read aloud a few lines from Ivanhoe: "The daylight had dawned upon the glades of the oak forest. The green boughs glittered with all their pearls of dew. The hind led her fawn from the covert of high fern to the more open walks of the greenwood; and no huntsman was there to watch or intercept the stately hart, as he paced at the head of the antler'd herd." . . . .Whenever else would you hear such language?

 






































Are you getting in your last licks of summer too?
I just can't seem to get enough.
Have a terrific week!
 I hope there's a small celebration in it somewhere for you.

Jacqueline




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