We were gone all day Sunday and most of the day on Saturday, so it was good to take a look around the garden again this morning. The garden we ignored for two days. The garden I even forgot I had for a little while.
So, yes, you heard it here. We were goofing off this weekend. Even with the weather (mid-70's, be still my heart!) being suitable for rock-moving perfection itself, Carl and I were everywhere and anywhere but in our garden. We helped a friend move on Saturday for a few hours and had a family reunion and attended a garden party on Sunday. Somewhere in the middle of all that frantic activity, we spent part of one day rummaging around at plant nurseries where we bought a 'Blue Star' juniper on a stick (yes, that's my technical term for a shrub top-grafted onto a standard).
|We had a gift certificate and the tree was on sale!|
After the nursery we then went poking around in an antique store. (Oooops, Addiction #2 for this post.) I was looking around in a booth when I saw a pile of what looked like lace lying on the floor in a heap with a few odds and ends tossed on top of it. What a novel way to display something, I thought. When I'm in a store and I see clothing knocked off a hanger or a towel off a shelf, I always pick it up. It's not that I'm a neat freak (oh, far from it) but I always think of the poor clerks who have to run around tidying up and like to lend a helping hand. And, not that I think inanimate objects have 'feelings' but the merchandise looks so forlorn when it's out of place. So, me being me, I picked up this pile of lace and was amazed by the heft of the lace in my hands. And then I looked more closely:
|Unknown artist, but whoever they were, my hat is off to them.|
My friend Nancy makes things like this all the time. She is one of the most talented artists I know. Look at the bookmark she made for me years and years ago:
If you haven't figured it out yet, my interior decorating skills are rather, shall we say, Early American Hodge Podge? (Yes, that's right, I interior decorate like I exterior decorate, Mishily Mashily.) So here's a picture of the new/old table cloth on the table. I know it could use a pressing, but wanted to see how it looked, since it's now dry.
She signed and dated it.
I am so happy she signed her work. This is something every one who makes a thing of beauty should do for posterity. After all, you never know when the work you do will end up in a pile on the floor of an antique store.
My hat is off to all the ladies (and gentlemen) Artists out there who quietly create fantastic pieces of artwork in their own homes. My thanks to the unknown artist who made my tablecloth, too.
I will give it a good home.