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.
I had a phonecall a while back from a lady who wanted to sell some
vintage fabrics, curtains and a Stockman mannequin.
I called at the house on a warm summer's day-
a Georgian beauty covered in wisteria.
Two little blonde girls playing in the front garden
nursed their dolls with a solemnity beyond their years.
They didn't meet my smile.
The lady was pleasant but not friendly, dressed head-to-toe in Boden
she had impeccable taste in furnishings and furniture.
With a brief explanation they were moving
nearer her family, she showed me the pieces for sale.
I declined the offered coffee- the house felt uncomfortably cold
and I was anxious to buy and be gone.
We agreed a price, she helped me carry the bags to my car
where we shook hands rather formally.
I called "goodbye" to the girls who hugged their dolls tighter
and looked away.
Later that year, before Remembrance Day, our county paper
published the roll call of local soldiers killed in Afghanistan.
The name of the officer at the top of the list caught my eye,
it was the same as the lady who had contacted me.
He had been awarded a posthumous bravery medal.
The faces of those two little girls still haunts me.
yesterday morning I went to my
next-step-up-from-beginners Crochet Class
with Ali Campbell which was great fun-
we began on little Christmas stockings,
and if I can master the seasonal version
I might have a go at making
some human size crocheted socks.
I took Ali a present of this little antique bone
crochet hook with a different size hook
at each end and she said it was called a "crook"
Halfway through the stocking heel
I suddenly realised-
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Some things I love about facebook, some things I hate, but one of the nicest pleasures is finding pages on which people take time to post beautiful photos and beautiful quotes.
“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eye...s drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” Margery Williams - The Velveteen Rabbit
this month has been (is being) a bit mad so not much time for blogging, but I have been keeping my sanity with a little crochet. . .sit down, breathe, hookedy-hook away for a short while and somehow the world becomes a calmer place once again.
Normal life will hopefully be resumed next month, meanwhile I've been reading all your blogs, laughing and crying with you. . .and then crocheting a bit more.