Category Archives: antiques

Bouquet, American Pick-up and Cutter

A gorgeous bouquet was delivered this morning ready for Mother’s Day tomorrow.Thank you KJ, perfect colours for the year and our celebration of your Great Great Granny!

Mother’s Day bouquet in Suffragette colours

I was late to town this morning so decided to drive and was pleased that I did given that I was behind this amazing old American pick-up as we crept towards the traffic lights. Everyone who walked up West End stopped and smiled at the sight.

1959 Ford Ranchero

I made some Cheese pastry today and used my Mum’s fabulous cutter that just rolls through the pastry creating circles. I needed circles for a starter for tonight’s Birthday meal for our eldest daughter who is here for the weekend.

Circle cutter


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Tea Cup and Saucer, Spring Colour and A Fern

There was a whole tea-set of this delightful Kingfisher design in one of our antique shops in town. How I wish I needed more china! The shop was closed today – I may just have to go in to find out the price……..

The lane is full of yellows and blues, Dandelions and celandines; Bluebells and Forget-me-nots (I think.)

The Ferns are unfurling!




A Plate, A Poem and A Flower

I love the way this plate smiles at us from the Welsh dresser. It says Ming on the back but there must be several Mings!DSCN4693

We went to The Asylum the other evening, Kneehigh Theatre’s Two Gentlemen of Verona in a marquee and there was a display of their time in ‘The Jungle’ in Calais. I found this poem by a refugee very moving.

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Our Fuchsias are blooming lovely!DSCN4681


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Weekly Photo Challenge – Fun!

It has been great fun knitting this little cardigan with multi-coloured yarn and seeing how the stripes appear. It is fun too to imagine one of our expected twin Grand-babies wearing it. Now to get on with finishing off its pair, in the same yarn but turning out quite different which is also fun. This cardigan, like the others I am knitting has little mother-of-pearl buttons from the babies’ Great Great Grandfather, buttons on cards which I have inherited and treasured from my Grandad’s days as a button salesman. So, the buttons, being over 100 years old, are antiques!

For one of the babies expected in January

For one of the babies expected in January, 6 month size.

For others in this Challenge, please click the red link.

For Diane who asked for the pattern details:DSCN4128


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Boody Garden, Shed and Nettles

I have re-planted our Boody Garden for the summer with Marguerites and Lobelia, partly to match the blue and white china that is in there. In the dialect of 19th century Northumberland, ‘boody’ referred to broken china. I discovered this at Tate Britain couple of years ago when we went to the  exhibition of folk art. Now I have a name for my little garden where my favourite broken pottery is saved. There is a beautiful old plate, part of a coffee cup which was the last of a set given to my Mum on her retirement from teaching deaf children at Roskear School in Camborne, a piece of terracotta from a much loved and used bread crock and handles from a beautiful piece of Jane Hamlyn pottery and I just love it, my ‘boody’ garden!Boody garden

Every time I go to the garden shed I mean to take a photo of this beautiful door plate which was recovered from a house we lived in as children. It pleases me every time I open the shed door!

Antique painted finger plate

Antique painted finger plate

This afternoon, while clearing some of the weeds from the front garden I was stung by nettles and it reminded me of a Vernon Scannell poem. Just imagine his rage that his three year old has been hurt so much and picture him slashing and burning – and then thinking about the hurts that his child will feel as he grows up but there will be nothing that the poet will be able to do to help……….

My son aged three fell in the nettle bed.
‘Bed’ seemed a curious name for those green spears,
That regiment of spite behind the shed:
It was no place for rest. With sobs and tears
The boy came seeking comfort and I saw
White blisters beaded on his tender skin.
We soothed him till his pain was not so raw.
At last he offered us a watery grin,
And then I took my billhook, honed the blade
And went outside and slashed in fury with it
Till not a nettle in that fierce parade
Stood upright any more. And then I lit
A funeral pyre to burn the fallen dead,
But in two weeks the busy sun and rain
Had called up tall recruits behind the shed:
My son would often feel sharp wounds again.

by Vernon Scannell



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Granny’s Chair, Seagull and Mirror

I inherited my Granny’s chair many years ago and it has become more and more faded and shabby. It is at least 100 years old so that is not so surprising. In December,  I decided that I really needed to have it re-upholstered. Last year neighbour gave us a recommendation for an upholsterer to recover all the cushions in our boat and such a lovely job was done that we went back to Perham Upholsterers. This morning my little nursing chair was brought home looking so beautiful! We matched the colour of the original fabric and Matthew has totally revived it  in exactly the right way, simply and cleanly as it was and I am so delighted! Granny would be pleased too.

My Granny's Nursing chair

My Granny’s Nursing chair

Truro called again today and we went shopping, stopping for lunch in Charlotte’s Tea House again. From the window I could see a seagull on top of the bank, zoomed in and caught it before it flew off.

A seagull on the top of the dome on the top of the bank in Truro

A seagull on the top of the dome on the top of the bank in Truro

The entrance to Charlotte’s is rather grand!

The mirror in the hallway leading up the stairs to Charlotte's Tea rooms

The mirror in the hallway leading up the stairs to Charlotte’s Tea House


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Solstice, Sugar Tongs and Stained Glass

This beautiful piece was made by Natalia Manley and was on exhibition in São Paulo Brazil 2016. Isn’t it remarkable and just perfect for today, Winter Solstice, as the shortest day passes and the days begin to lengthen. Happy days!

Rising Sun by Natalia Manley

Rising Sun by Natalia Manley

We were in Truro today and had lunch in Charlotte’s Tea Rooms where the cut glass sugar bowl had its own built-in sugar tongs.

Sugar bowl

Sugar bowl

As we were leaving, I noticed this stained glass window for the first time.

Window near Charlotte's Tea Room

Window near Charlotte’s Tea Room

I have just realised what a gloriously golden post this is! Serendipity in honour of the return of the Sun!

Happy Solstice to all my Readers.



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