Thursday, May 16, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
I decided that I'll never finish changing the decor of my bath, so I might as well give a little tour now. Had I realized how large it would be, I would have pulled in the wall to make the guest room behind it large, but - oh well.
During the summer, while the house was being built, we picked out this wonderful marble for the vanities, called Rainforest Brown. It comes from the marble quarries of Rajasthan in western India, the same area that the Taj Mahal marbles come from (that particular quarry long depleted). the serpentine striations in the marble inspired me to weave my own frame for the mirror, using willow, hawthorn and elderberry from our property. I'm rather pleased with the result, but Geordie, pictured, does like to chew on the corners. Here's a close-up of the marble.
I love my deep soaking tub. It's here many of my writing ideas take form as I allow my body and mind to relax in a bubble bath. Scenes and dialogue float into my mind, much like watching a movie.
I wanted a shelf above my tub for special things.
|The shelf was a house-warming gift from our carpenter neighbor, Davy.|
Since it's my personal bath, I can decorate the walls however I like. Original prints and images printed off the Internet, mostly of cats. Not my erstwhile cats (that would only make me sad), but cats I've never known, but would like to.
|I believe this and the next one are by Louis Wain|
|Geordie must always be the center of attention.|
This wooden heart must have been made and hand-painted for a special woman many years ago.
A small silk weaving made in England for the tourist trade.
I have more wall space left --above this second vanity that fits behind my tub and in the toilet stall with its sliding door and across from the shower stall.
So many walls to adorn, and years to do it in, I hope.
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
|Pepper back from a run and full of self-satisfaction|
Here is my husband Jay's Brittany Pepper, after he came back from a run on our 66 acres, avoiding coyotes, but not mud. He loves to dig. Jay had to take him into the shower for a shampoo. Now that the snow is mostly gone, this may become a daily ritual.
Monday, February 4, 2013
In perusing online old German Jugend magazine issues, I was intrigued by their Karneval art during the month of February prior to the beginning of Lent. It is an old celebration and not limited just to New Orleans or Brazil. Jugend was noted for its breakthrough artistic expression from the late 1890s through the 1920s. Here are a few renderings that appealed to me.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Our deer paths lead from wild apple tree to wild apple tree in the woods. Following deer paths in the autumn is the best way to find apple trees ready for picking. We have over a hundred in various stages of growth and over 9 varieties of apples.
The deer still hope an errant apple or two will drop, but they have mostly dropped and been eaten now. But still, the deer follow the old paths.
The best writing for me was MacFarlane's description of his ritual walk across the Cairngorm massif in Scotland, south to north, to attend the funeral of his grandfather, a mountaineer. I will be reading his earlier book, Mountains of the Mind, in which his grandfather is featured. He follows the Icknield Way and other paths of England in the footsteps of Edward Thomas,a writer and poet, who was killed during World War I in France. As an American, I was not familiar with Thomas' writings, but found MacFarlane's delving into his life and jaunts interesting, and that he was a friend of Robert Frost, who inspired him to become a poet. This book is full of little surprises. A joyful read.