Thursday, December 20, 2018
Usually when of my adult children needs a quilt for a wedding or new baby gift, they come and look at what I've got finished or in flimsy stage, and pay me whatever they would normally spend for the wedding or baby gift.
It's been a good system.
But this time, my daughter's boss was expecting his first child and she wanted something special. I'm so sorry that you can't see the fabrics up close and personal. They are cats and bears and other animals. And ten or twelve of the brick blocks are embroidered. I did the embroidery while I was traveling in England and then assembled the quilt upon our return.
Once we found out the baby is a girl, I chose pink polkadot fabric for the back and the border.
I'm happy with how it turned out and I'll try to get a better picture before my daughter takes it away!
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Thursday, December 20, 2018
Wednesday, December 19, 2018
I come from a family that doesn't do a lot of cemetery visiting and decorating. This isn't to imply in any way that we don't remember our forebears. Far from it: Scarcely a visit goes by that my sister or I don't quote a parent, an aunt, or another relative, now long gone. We just aren't big cemetery goers. But Bonnie and I do go faithfully each year shortly before Christmas.
Many years ago, right after Sherry had read Gone With The Wind and was a young teen who hadn't entered the obnoxious phase yet, when Bonnie and I returned from a cemetery visit, my daughter inquired with a twinkle, "Was this connected with the Association For The Beautification Of The Graves Of Our Glorious Dead?" And the name stuck. We remember our dead fondly, but that doesn't mean we're reverent.
It was. In a manner of speaking. And it was a nicer day than it has been in the past few years.
First stop was to our uncle's grave, pictured above. We did a pretty good job of placing the spray, we thought. And shared fond memories of our uncle and aunt before heading around the roadway to our own parents. We didn't get as good a placement on this one. But in our defense, the stone is much shorter than the uncle's, and we're not as agile as we used to be.
Now there's a plot for an extended family located about halfway between "our" two stones. They aren't "our" people, but we've sort of adopted them because they are are big-time grave decorators. I mean, major. Lavish. They caught our eye some years ago, and they've never waivered in their devotion. So, it being a nice day and the ground dry and all, we went over to see what they had going on this year.
|This is the stone in the center. Another sweet little tree. And a lavish grave blanket. Assorted small statuary.|
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Wednesday, December 19, 2018
Monday, October 29, 2018
We spent a few days in The Cotswolds, visiting churches (of course), and enjoying the beauty of the area. We were in and out of shops; Joe bought a sweater and I looked around a lot. We had a good lunch in a pub. We spent time Chipping Campden and Broadway, and one day was devoted to Shakespeare and Stratford-on-Avon, and that will be in a separate post.
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Monday, October 29, 2018
Sunday, October 28, 2018
|The elements are larger than I'd anticipated. There is a fence to keep people from climbing on the stones or defacing them. This also makes it easier to take nice pictures.|
|First glimpse from the bus window. I love it that you can't see the throngs of people, just the totally disinterested sheep!|
|On the day of the midwinter sunrise, if you stand on this spot, the sun comes up precisely inside a frame of stone.|
|This traveler was tuned in to a dress code we were unaware of. There were a handful of silly people posing for photos in such a way that the picture would show them holding part of the structure.|
|After Stonehenge, we moved on to Bath.|
|We had a tour of the archaeological site of the Roman bath.|
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Sunday, October 28, 2018
Saturday, October 27, 2018
A contemporary of Bill's, one Charles Rennie Mackintosh, caught my eye not long ago, and Joe and I decided that after our Road Scholar tour ended in Edinburgh, we would travel up to Mackintosh territory, i.e., Glasgow for a few days. It turned out that on the day that we were to see all things Mackintosh, I spent a couple of hours at the Royal Infirmary and a few more in my bed. I'd picked up a cold from a Road Scholar mate, and it had settled in my chest so seriously that I was afraid I had bronchitis. So I didn't get to see much at all of Charles Rennie Mackintosh, but what I did see persuaded me that he was going to be my new boyfriend, and I started thinking of him as "Chuck."
|Bill's tea room at the Victoria and Albert Museum.|
|Bill's designs at the V&A.|
|More Bill at the V&A.|
|Oops, back to Bill's Tearoom.|
|What I didn't anticipate was running into Bill at |
|This chair was part of the Bill exhibit at the V&A. So I thought it to be his design.|
|And THIS chair was at the Willow Tea Room in Glasgow, so it must be Chuck's design! No matter which of them designed it, |
I want it.
|This chair is definitely Chuck's, at the Lighthouse in Glasgow.|
|Terrible photo of a coat rack at Chuck's tea room.|
|Inside the Willow Tea Room.|
|I was so happy to be at Willow Tea Room. You wouldn't guess how sick I was.|
|My wonderful tea partner.|
|Joe got to do about half of the Mackintosh tour that we'd planned. He loved it, and says we will have to return to Glasgow so that I can see it all. Until then, here are Bill (on the left) and Chuck (on the right).|
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Saturday, October 27, 2018