Sunday, 3 December 2023

I love...



I love unmade beds.
I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment.
I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love.
I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings.
I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies.
I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds.
I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time.
I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.
— Unknown author

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Wednesday, 29 November 2023

Today is such a day


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On a day when the wind is perfect,

the sail just needs to open

and the world is full of beauty.

Today is such a day.
- Rumi

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Saturday, 25 November 2023

The Moon is in Taurus

 Taurus Moon Personality Traits—


This Moon gives you an exceptionally strong emotional foundation and the ability to create a life that makes you (and others) feel safe. For you, creating a life of comfort and safety is a priority, as is surrounding yourself with beautiful things.

The earth talks. Especially on a Taurus moon. It’s up to you to find a spot that sings today. Walk barefoot. Carefully touch the leaves of your houseplants. And listen through your fingers. Taurus is the moon to regain your balance now. Inertia sometimes finds you on this moon. You can lose the thread to any new resolves. “Don’t worry about it,” says my moon-wise friend. “Spend time in your garden. Whatever seeds you plant will sit quietly for a bit, then come up robust and strong.” 

—The Moon in Taurus 25th November 2023–

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Vintages - A touch of lace


The depths of most people's understanding of lace is of the nosy, suburban housewife tweaking the lace curtains aside to see what the neighbours are up to.

Those dust, net horrors are but the sad, machine-made remnants of what, for 300 years, was an extraordinary fashion in the decoration of clothes and household goods. A fashion that saw the creation of some of the most exquisite treasures in the history of textiles. Treasures that, in their time, were prized above jewels or silks. Men were robbed and killed for a lace handkerchief and thieves were as ingenious as any in Gauteng today. They slunk up on coaches, slit open the leather backs and snatched the wigs from women's heads as these were festooned with costly lace. (Women were instructed to sit with their backs to the driver in order to foil criminals.)


Four layers of rouched fabrics were added to cutwork lace panels to make these exquisite window draperies.

The labour that went into making a few centimeters of lace is almost incomprehensible to us in an age of mass-production and rampant consumerism. How could anyone spend a year making a mere 600mm of lace? Yet thousands did, by the light of candles in uncomfortable places such as cow byres, where the moist warmth from the cows below kept the fine flax thread supple and prevented the hands of the lace makers from becoming stiff with cold.

A vanity table dressed in lace with antique dresser accessories arranged around a collector plate and a vintage red-velvet jewelry box.

The glorious era of lace ended with the French Revolution of 17809. Gowns were suddenly simple and untrimmed. Lace was used only for state occasions and people became puritanical about its expense and frivolity. Large collections were cast out by families to their waiting-maids. Fear of death may also have played some part in this destruction, lace being associated with aristocrats - and aristocrats with the guillotine.
 
A glimpse of vintage ladies' fashions ads its old-fashioned charm. Between the dresses is an antique hair-ribbon holder.

Most cast-off lace was wasted by deterioration or by cutting up and wearing out. Old pieces were worn again during the 19th century, when it became fashionable and people began to assemble collections, but the lace soon wore out and there was nothing new, or of equivalent quality, to replace it.

Serious collectors will, of course, keep their lace packed safely away, kept flat between acid-free tissue paper, mostly unseen, but there are many people who buy old lace to decorate their clothes and furnishings, knowing that they will be wearing something old and rare and quite unique.


A bouquet of dried hydrangeas and cockscomb, accented by silk flowers sits high on a wicker plant stand covered with a pink damask throw. Rich drapes of vintage lace adorns the vanity and footstool. The Oriental rug delicately complements the softly muted tones of the room.

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Saturday, 4 November 2023

The Dreamer

 
In time perhaps this feeling will fade
It wouldn’t be the first time or the last -
But somehow I think we could make this work
We just have to try not to move too fast.

Dreams can come true
If you let them, if you want them to -
The dreamer is you
But somehow you’ve become a part of me.

Let’s forget the pain that we’ve both known
Let’s try to make ourselves a new tomorrow.
I’m tired of fearing things I’ve never seen
I’m tired of feeling pity, hate, and sorrow.


Show me the way to your heart and make it clear
I want to be a part of your life -
Someday I know we’ll have a love to share
Whether it be as sister, friend, or wife.
~unknown

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Saturday, 28 October 2023

When two people marry



Your hearts are filled with happiness
so great and overflowing
You cannot comprehend it,
for it's far beyond all knowing
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How any heart could hold such joy
or feel the fullness of
The wonder and the glory 
and the ecstasy of love.

You wish that you could capture it
and never let it go
So you might walk forever
in its magic, radiant glow.
 
And love in all its ecstasy
is such a fragile thing,
Like gossamer in cloudless skies
or a hummingbird's small wing.
 
And love that lasts forever
must be made of something strong...

The kind of strength that's gathered
when the heart can hear no song.
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When the sunshine on your wedding day
runs into stormy weather,
And hand in hand you brave the gale
and climb steep hills together,
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And clinging to each other
while the thunder rolls above,
You seek divine protection
in faith and hope and love.
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For days of wine and roses
never make love's dreams come true...
It takes sacrifice and teardrops
and problems shared by two
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To give true love its beauty,
its grandeur, and its finesse,
And to mold an earthly ecstasy
into heavenly divineness.
--Author Helen Steiner Rice

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Wednesday, 25 October 2023

You are beautiful


Next time you think of beautiful things,
remember to count yourself in!

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Saturday, 21 October 2023

Along the herbal path


I've always found herb-strewn stone paths and terraces incredibly appealing. Herbs tucked amid the stones seem to give a path, no matter how new, a sense of history and romance. There are several plants that thrive in these restricted spaces, ignoring the trauma of being trod upon, and when the Slasto path was being laid, I asked the gardener to leave s space here and there where I could tuck in some creeping thyme.

I bought several different varieties at the local nursery, dug them in the small pockets that had been left, watered them well and waited. Before long, the path had lost its harsh, just-finished look, and tiny purple and white flowers covered the little clumps of thyme that grew here and there, releasing their fresh fragrance whenever anyone walked by. Soon other plants joined the thyme. A few springs of mint escaped from the culinary garden, chamomile seeded itself here and there and even savory, yarrow and fennel popped up between the cracks. I pulled out most of the trespassers, with the exception of the chamomile with its tiny white flowers.


Eventually, the thyme threatened to cover the entire path, so several times a year I must harden my heart and ruthlessly lift great mats of it off the stones and cut them back. For a day or two, the plants look ungainly, but shortly they begin to spread out again, the edges of the patches softening once more. Through it all, the bees continue to buzz joyously among the thyme flowers, relishing this herbal path as much as I do.



A new stepping stone path taking shape leading to the cottage at the bottom of the garden planted with Nasturtiums, Rosemary and Wild Garlic. This area was surprisingly free of harmful insects, probably due to the Wild Garlic planted at intervals.

I find that any spot that's doing poorly in the garden,  especially shady spots under trees, benefit from laying a couple of paving slabs or adding some crushed stone and with a garden ornament or two, can be turned into a really stunning area.


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