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.
Monday, December 27
Somewhere in the depths of my pre-Christmas-fuzzy-brain (ok, I can't blame ALL the fuzz on Christmas) I remember glancing at an article in the paper about the surprising number of people recognising Guardian Angels.
I don't have a rock of organised religion; simply acknowledging and appreciating the miracles of everyday life is for me, a better vehicle to convey thanks to a Higher Being, but I know that when I've asked, assistance has come from somewhere I can't explain.
At first I thought it was my mum, but lately I've not been so sure.
Neither Clarence from It's a Wonderful Life, an aged gent enveloped in feathery white wings nor a nun-like vision bathed in twilight glow quite fit this helping hand, so maybe I'm not supposed to see, just know?
My earthy (some would say staid) star-sign ensures a practical no-nonsense approach, so "coming out" on the angel front is quite trepidatious. . .but if the newspaper is to be believed (!) I can't be the only one?