Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Have A Seat.

It seems every Christmas I spend most of my shopping days browsing the antique stores.
I like to buy gifts according to my own likes and dislikes, so it only seems natural that I tend to buy antique dishes, or unusual pieces as gifts.
It also gives me the opportunity to look around the shops and treat myself to a little treasure or two.

Today, whilst shopping with my daughter, we came across this wonderful old chair.
At first glance it appears to have belonged in a rectory of sorts, maybe even an old Manor House.
I'm not sure of the wood, possibly maple, or poplar.

I was smitten on impact, and proud to announce it has found a new "forever home".

Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas To All.

"May you have the gladness of Christmas which is hope;
The spirit of Christmas which is peace;
The heart of Christmas which is love."
~ Ada V. Hendricks

Wishing you and yours, a wonderful Christmas.
May you all be surrounded with much love and blessings.

Your friendships have been a true a blessing throughout the year !
Hugs to you all,

From our home to yours.......

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Winter Solstice Begins.

Now winter nights enlarge
This number of their hours;
And clouds their storms discharge
Upon the airy towers.
Let now the chimneys blaze
And cups o'erflow with wine
Let well-tuned words amaze
With harmony divine...
~Thomas Campion

Friday, December 18, 2009

A Day at The Hermitage

Amidst all the shopping, and hustle and bustle of Christmas preparation, I took a much needed diversion this week, to visit one of my favorite historic homes The Hermitage.
Home of the seventh president of the United States ANDREW JACKSON
Term- March 4, 1829 to March 4, 1837
Andrew Jackson -

The front of the mansion

Back of the mansionGroundhog guarding his burrow on the grounds

Belted Galloway's on the farm
Three hundred year old cedar
Slave quarters View of the original log cabin used by Jackson
Andrew and Rachel's burial tomb
Renovation underway on the front of the mansion

The Tulip Grove built for Rachel Jackson's nephew.
Info credit: Wikipedia

Thursday, December 10, 2009

It Is Christmas.

It is Christmas in the mansion,
Yule-log fires and silkin frocks.
It is Christmas in the cottage,
Mother filling little socks.
It is Christmas in the highway,
In the thronging, busy mart.
But the dearest, truest Christmas
Is the Christmas in the heart.
Author Unknown

Monday, December 7, 2009

A List Of Goodies.

Happy, happy Christmas,
that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days;
that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth;
that can transport the sailor and the traveller,
thousands of miles away,
back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!

~Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers, 1836

I've made my Christmas list and checked it twice.

Lots of Christmas Crackers. Check.
Plum Pudding. Check.
Bird's Custard. Check.
Plenty of Yorkshire Gold Tea. Check.

Pickled Onions. Check.

Mince Pies. Check.

Cadbury's Collection Chocolate Biscuits. Check.

Sled: For snow, Christmas Day. Check.
"Timeshare" Oliver kitty,
requested his presence for Christmas Day. Check.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Tartan And Table.

Seems my table this Christmas will have a distinct Rabbie Burns flare.
There is something so warm and inviting about the color of Tartan, not as "stuffy" as some of the more formal tablecloths I've used in past Christmas's.

I'ts still a work in progress, needing the Christmas Crackers and few more pieces from England, which are a must have each year.

''Some hae meat and canna eat,
And some wad eat that want it;
But we hae meat, and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thanket.''
~Robert Burns (1759-1796),

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Mr. Toast's Tea.

Today is the event of the anticipated Mr. Toast's First Annual Christmas Tea, held in the snow-filled mountains of Aspen, Colorado.
It is planned to be the most magical of times.
Please won't you join us, there will be lots of delicious treats, and of course the very BEST of teas.
You may read all about it here.......

I'm running behind schedule, one of those unfortunate things I'm afraid.
However, I have notified our gracious host and he is most understanding.

I'll be wearing this tapestry gown, I hope you approve.

We have the accommodations booked, and shall be arriving shortly.

I'm delighted to bring all the guests a little Christmas gift, I hope you'll enjoy.

Oooh, I'll be bringing along a friend........
I do hope it's OK.


Friday, November 27, 2009

The Comforts Of Home.

Winter is the time for comfort,
for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:
it is the time for home.
~Edith Sitwell

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Guess Who's Coming To Dinner ?

Wishing you all a wonderful Thanksgiving, from our home to yours.....

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

The Best Of Bluegrass and Irish Music.

I need a little inspiration, as with most of us at this time of the year.
All the shopping, decorating, cooking, list-making, errand-running, it all seems to overwhelm my spirit.
Oh, I'll get there, but I need a little encouragement.
I've played this video previously, but since it does the trick, I'm playing it again.
If this doesn't get you reeling......nothing else will.
Yip !

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Videocredit: Youtube/tarodnet

Sunday, November 22, 2009

A Feline Visitor.

To say I'm a cat-lover would be an understatement, I adore cats.
The first cat that I was owned by, came from a family of feral cats on my uncle's allotment.
A bundle of yellow fur, mum and I transported him home in my dolly's pram.

I had to hold him with one hand and push the pram with the other, when I arrived home, my arm was nothing short of a bloody mess, he did not take kindly to humans.
I didn't care, I had my cat.
We named him Brandy, he used up most of his nine lives, and lived to the age of nineteen.

Last year, I lost both of my dear cats to illness. I longed for another, yet despite that urge held off making the commitment.
I think I just needed down-time.

In the middle of winter sitting on the porch and enjoying the Christmas lights, I heard a faint "meow".
A small orange and white cat appeared out of nowhere. I gave him a treat, petted him endlessly, and smiled.
Those familiar feelings, made me feel whole again.
I didn't see him again until this week.

Out of the blue, same friendly greeting, only this time a grown cat. If he could speak "human", I dare say he his words would have been
" Hello, I'm back, remember me ?"
He's been here for three days.
I think he may have a family, I'm going to ask around, if not I think I may have found my next cat, or he has found me....

I call him Oliver "Ollie" for short, he doesn't seem to mind, just as long as he gets petted, and there are plenty of treats.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Home Sweet Home.

Braided rugs
Tea-filled mugs
Flowers in jugs
Familiar hugs
Heartstring tugs

Poem: Home Sweet Home by ABritinTN