A horse, a cat, 2 chickens and us, living in the hand-me-down heaven I call home, here in the beautiful Dorset Countryside.
A passion for pictures, shabbychic peeling paint, French textiles, overstated Victorian, elegant Art Deco and the angular 1960s is my ecclectic mix of favourite treasures, gathered through years of tedandbunny antiquing trips, auction and jumble sales, house clearances and rescue projects from the tip!
I found the gently dog-eared 1910 postcard at Alexandra Palace antique fair many years ago, instantly enchanted with such an adorable old Steiff Bear gently pushing his bunny friend in the ancient wheelbarrow.
Ted looks so handsome in his knitted suit!
When I registered for eBay back in 2002 the card was on my desk and I could think of no nicer name than tedandbunny.
After their sedentary beginnings with a handwritten message and halfpenny stamp, this dear old bear and his companion have been beamed all around the world via the internet.
and when I launched my website nothing seemed to sound better than tedandbunny.co.uk
Ted and Bunny are now firmly "part of the family"!
ted and bunny website
Goodwood Revival award
May the best hour of the day be yours.
May luck go with you from hill to sea.
May you stand against the prevailing wind.
May no forest intimidate you.
May you look out from your own eyes.
May near and far attend you.
May you bathe your face in the sun’s rays.
May you have milk, cream, substance.
May your actions be effective.
May your thoughts be affective.
May you will both the wild and the mild.
May you sing the lark from the sky.
May you place yourself in circumstance.
May you be surrounded by goldfinches.
May you pause among alders.
May your desire be infinite.
May what you touch be touched.
May the company be less for your leaving.
May you walk alone beneath the stars.
May your embers still glow in the morning.
Friday, April 2
Happy Easter to you all!
Ted and I were kicking our heels a bit- another drearily wet day dampened gardening plans, and making a start on my end-of-year accounts was too daunting to even contemplate.
Not in the mood for spring cleaning (am I ever?) Too wet to ride Bruce.
Too early to eat Easter eggs.
So the suggestion of a country pub lunch meant coat and lippie were on in seconds and I was out the door in a flash!
We stopped off briefly in Shaftesbury and admired the windswept view from the top of Gold Hill where they filmed the Hovis bread advert.
Smiling staff, comfy decor and the tastiest food ever!
We shared warm olives and homemade bread for starters, battled our way through huge portions of beautifully fresh fish for mains...and then I was FORCED to eat winter berry Eton mess for pudding. Heaven in a dish!