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Friday, November 30, 2012

Thanksgiving - Vintage Thanksgiving Postcard images





Thanksgiving. Like most of us my earliest Thanksgiving memory is of family crowded around our  table. It is too warm in the room and the voices are loud. The babble of adults talking  flows over  the heads of us children.  Sudden raucous laughter flares like a  struck match. In memory the sound is like music and I strain my ears recalling the timber of my uncles voices and  my grandmother's laugh.   They are sweet sounds that live in memory and the rare cameo appearance in an old home movie.
A few years later Thanksgiving meant a four day weekend of horseplay and leaf piles, a long striped scarf in school colors, cold cheeks and the Homecoming game.
 I don't recall when we started the Thanksgiving tradition of making paper chains to mark off the days until Christmas, but the why probably had something to do with keeping three children occupied for an hour. 
A few years later our family expanded by two. In time our much younger sisters were old enough to eat paste and rip up our efforts. My brothers were always so patient, and I so frustrated and impatient.  I don't know why I couldn't see that nuturing the girls was more important than finishing the paper chains. Too goal oriented I guess.  I'd take back the scolding and frowning rejection if I could, but the truth is the memory of my efforts ripped up and chewed still gives me a bit of a twinge.
Looking back I can see that my role at Thanksgiving  is usually a supporting role - which, given the jokes about my cooking must be a good thing.
Setting the table included decorating the chandelier.

 My contribution to Thanksgiving dinner this year was setting the table and doing the dishes. Fine by me! I used the image from the vintage Thanksgiving card above to make place cards.

I brightened it up a bit as you can see here


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This second image is a postcard that I snapped up on on eBay.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Inka Heaton at Altered Artifacts has some great images she has made available for sharing too.  My favourite is a turkey driving a corncob car.





Thursday, November 29, 2012

Harvest Table

The project started with a magazine picture and was inspired by one of my favorite HDTV shows - The High Low Project.   A fabulous harvest table trimmed with wrought iron. You know - that Paris Flea Market vibe, rustic yet elegant

Two legs, a stringer and a plank top. Sounded simple enough to me.A piece of foam core was used to figure out just how big a harvest table the room could hold. After studying DIY plans at This Old House , and a visit to the mill we had a plan! The custom table top was assembled at the mill.

 Iron legs from vintage sewing machine stands became the decorative cast iron metal work. Thanks to this advice from a pro the finish came out beautifully. Use a foam roller to apply thin coats of ureathane. Apply and let dry 2 coats before sanding with a 180 or higher sandpaper.  Use the sanding to remove any imperfections - don't try to 'fix' anything while applying the ureathane with the roller.



 C'est magnifique!
 
 



 


Monday, November 12, 2012

Early Morning Shorebird


I am a shorebird and the ocean pulls me like a tide, like the ocean pulls back the wave rushing up the shore. 


 A block away or six hundred miles away the ocean pulls at me and I yearn to see it the way I yearn to see my children and parents and one day in Heaven, my beloved grandmother.


 If you are at heart a shorebird you feel that pull too, whether your family lived in the area for generations, or you spent one magical day at the beach.

Early morning, cup of coffee in hand I find a quiet bench. 
  And think of some lines from a favorite poem.




. . .  with a step I stand 
On the firm-packed sand, 
                        Free 
By a world of marsh that borders a world of sea. 
  Sinuous southward and sinuous northward the shimmering band 
  Of the sand-beach fastens the fringe of the marsh to the folds of the land. 
Inward and outward to northward and southward the beach-lines linger and curl 
As a silver-wrought garment that clings to and follows 
    the firm sweet limbs of a girl. 
Vanishing, swerving, evermore curving again into sight, 
Softly the sand-beach wavers away to a dim gray looping of light.  - Sydney  Lanier,  The Marshes of Glynn.


Bay Head, New Jersey 2012. Before superstorm Sandy.