scarf for December

My choice for December is any old Liberty scarf from my collection.

Chosen not because I particularly love it ( though I do ) or wear it more than any other Liberty scarf , but because it happens to be the one I am wearing today.

Its a never ending delight to shove my hand - or arm-  into one of my Liberty scarf boxes and pull out something just right. Always luscious colors, always a pleasing design, always something new to discover.
Plus I don't have to think about wearing anything but black pants and top

I have over 800 Liberty scarves and I don't intend to stop collecting any time soon.

we bit the bullet

We bit the bullet and hired our window washers to string the winter lights on the pine tree in front of our house.

They arrived with a long, expandable  pole that had a hook at the end. It reminded me of "The Lamplighter" , my favorite childhood poem.

Of course, we had an indoor tree as well.  A Fraser pine , one of the best from our local supplier.
" The most beautiful tree in the world" according to its main decorator.

                                                MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.

from Isabel and Barbara

My good friend Barbara Muir, an artist and teacher, surprised me at the end of a market day by bringing me a huge bag of scarves that belonged to her mother.  Isabel died last year and I know how stressful it is to 'get rid' of things.

Included was this very interesting old silk cravat from Vera...seems to be from 1947 - early 50s judging by the label.

Also 8 ( yes, eight!!) Liberty scarves, some groovy ones from the 1970s

and this one, again 70s, that I have never seen before.

Barbara also gave me Isabel's chic 1950s Persian Lamb jacket. I hung it on the side of the van as I was just packing up.....to our surprise  it sold within minutes. I thought Barbara was going to cry seeing her mums embroidered  initials walking out on a lovely, very happy young woman, I know I was near tears.
I never met Isabel but she obviously was a very snappy dresser and a woman after my own heart.









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701

Checked the magic numbers last night and found I had reached  700 sales in my etsy shop foulardfantastique

Hooray...will blog  and crow in the morning.

 It has not taken me too long from the previous magic number post, or the one before that.

The morning bought another sale.....701.....

777 here I come.
I suspect that will take me quite some time.

95 cents well spent

Marja, my old friend, had mentioned that her local thrift store was having a sale of vintage needlework items. I paid her a visit in the east end of the city. I overshot two turnoffs  on my way out there and got lost on the way home!

This thrift store knows what they are doing.... Alas,  the special display  of old needle craft had been up for two weeks and, of course, completely picked over.

But I found some patterns that I have not got, the booklet has the cover and center pages missing, and about 25 grams of old 3 ply wool.

I spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying  reading the patterns and plotting  my next project. Cheaper than a movie or a coffee at Starbucks!

 95 cents well spent.

Satisfaction.

The quince jelly was late this year.  As usual I received a basket of fruit from my friend Sandy that she pinches from her neighbor.

But this year our own quince bush produced  six huge quince.....the first time it has fruited and it is 15 years old!

Also put up are 5 - 6 jars of quince chutney, from a recipe by Lucy Waverman in The Globe and Mail.  Have not tasted it yet but it was dead simple.
Unfortunately I took the jelly off the boil a few minutes too soon and the first couple of jars have not set that well.
There is nothing like a few jars of preserves to give one a sense of satisfaction.