I'm not sure what draws me to Richmond, exactly. A good portion of the attraction is neighborhood after neighborhood of magnificent architecture; Victorian splendor with turrets and row houses with dental molding...
Or maybe it is the unique doorways...
Or the tiny front yards lush with ivy and flowers...
Or the quaint-looking businesses which wouldn't be caught dead in a strip mall.
Or the old churches...
Or the moving poetic dreaminess of its residents...Can't you tell it is a town of intellectuals, refined people, as well as the home of two major universities as exemplified here:
Okay, am I the last vintage thrift girl who knows about this? I just found out about Goodwill on line. I think this is a pretty cool idea. Like EBay, but non-profit benefitting Goodwill instead.
I have a quirky sense of style. I'm given to big statement pieces of jewelry. I typically like a lot of color in my wardrobe and black, white, purple, turqouise, and hot pink are my colors. I have necklaces with skeleton keys, bracelets made of mah-jong pieces, and big cuff bracelets. I also like big shawl like-scarves, cool shoes, and the like.
I do not share What I Wore Today's style. She mixes patterns together, which I really don't care for and layers stuff which just makes me hot. But I've really been enjoying observing how she creates new outfits. This has inspired me to shake up how and what I wear without buying anything new.
A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest...wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his image.
I was relieved to read that our regional wild horse and pony population has been looked over and found to have weathered Hurricane Irene just fine. The group of horses numbers 128, with a number of foals born over the spring. These horses are believed to have come to the area with the conquistidor explorers of America. Over the centuries they have run wild in a remote area near the town of Corolla, NC on the outer banks. Here is a link to a Virginian Pilot article about the horses with a video of these magnificent wild creatures:
Just "up the block" on Virginia's Eastern Shore area are the wild ponies of Chincoteauge and Assateague Islands. In order to control the herd and to raise money for the local volunteer fire department, some of the ponies are "driven" (as in a cattle drive) from Assateague to Chincoteague. This is an amazing sight and draws visitors from all over the world. The ponies are then sold at auction to loving homes.
These wild ponies were immortalized in Marguerite Henry's classic children's book "Misty of Chincoteague." Misty's decendents still frolic in the surf where she once did. This gives me such a sense of continuity, as I remember my mother reading the book to me when I was three. Today I can take an hour's drive and see them for myself.
I have collected a lot of vintage linen over the years. I use some of it, but a lot of it languishes in a marble-topped buffet. I've had it in mind to swipe the hundred year old ladder from the garage to display linen for quite some time. Today was finally the day.
My house was cut into two apartments during World War II. If you look closely, you can see the slot cut into the crown molding. The wall dividing the house into two parts used to rest in that cut.
I decided to get busy during Hurricane Irene. I'm not sure why, but nasty, garish, and cheap Goodwill gold plastic frames look awesome painted bright red, black or white.
Since I'm not as artistically talented as Judy, I printed a bird picture from the Internet and cut and pasted the dictionary definition of "songbird" underneath. It pleased me and kept me from getting the jitters during the storm.
Morning dawns calm on Scotts Creek (part of the Elizabeth River). The sign is gone, but everything else is fine. That crumbling pier you see has been gone for decades.
My porch is almost back to normal. I brewed some coffee and read my Bible out there. God has been good to 256. This venerable old lady stood firm as she has through wind, snow, tempests, and rain for one hundred years. This is what I see this morning, my view from 256.
I finally made a slipcover for the cushion on both living room chairs vs. just tucking the sheet around the old cushions. The vintage sheet was part of a set for $2.25 from Goodwill. This was one of three things I wanted to change in the living room which I mentioned in this post:
My mother used to have a lampshade made of this print in her bedroom when I was growing up. The lamp was made from a bottle that looked like the one below. My father wired it to make the lamp. She'd never admit it, but I think I started my junking tradition from her.
Get ready for some really glamorous pics from my house:
We love Lulu, but she is an irresponsible parent. Two of her "babies" are dead in the backyard.
I"ll have to make a trip to Goodwill for some more teddy bears.
Naturally my house is camera ready and immaculate:
Nothing like having the entire front yard in my living room and dining room...and the best is yet to come! Still have power, working on some projects, a roast chicken in the (gas) oven, and feeling pretty cozy, actually. God is good.
If the house blows away, it'll be looking autumn-y before it goes. It is all about priorities, people.
The lovely vintage fall bird picture came from my on-line buddy Jenene. Her daughter works at my favorite Goodwill store. Right now, she lives far away, but she will be moving to the next neighborhood over soon.
I love this sentiment. Posters like these were produced in Great Britain beginning in 1939.
So, you know that the natural world is a little unstable in your region when you hope that Hurricane Irene will put out the wildfire that's been burning in the Great Dismal Swamp for months now. When the wind blows a certain way, the haze actually hangs in the air inside my house. This week has been intense what with an earthquake and now a Cat 3 hurricane. What's a girl to do but keep calm and carry on.
And let me just mention that those of us who hang unique things like handmade dollhouses from our fence and use seatless antique chairs to hold potted flowers in baskets are in a world of hurt when we need to remove projectiles from our property. They don't seem quite so cleverly eclectic in the midst of a weather emergency.
Actually, I think the situation may be so grave that I need to follow my sister Kerry's advice instead:
This cost nothing except the cost of the blue candles in the hurricane lamps. I swiped them from my mother's garage. The paint was in the basement. Here's how it looked when I lit the lamps. I had originally intended to paint them white, too, but I love the contrast against the white background.
My great-grandmother, Annie O'Toole, was a remarkable woman. She lived in Wilkes-Barre, Pennylvania and was the light of my mother's life, just like my grandmother, Helen, was the light of mine. Annie was not educated beyond the third grade (as you can see from her spelling and handwriting), but she was very wise. She kept a spotless house, even with six children and Uncle Johnny (her brother in law) living there.
I am told that she was a fantastic cook. This must have skipped a generation, because her daughter, my Nana Dunn, was a terrible chef. Her burgers were so over done that the National Hockey League could have used them at center ice. My mother has the cooking gene. I have Nana O'Toole's periwinkle blue bean pot.
Annie's recipes were written in an old pay booklet that must have been from my great grandfather's employer. He worked in a lace mill as a weaver. That's her book scanned above, open to the Old Kentucky Nut Cake recipe and signed with her name. I noodled around on the Internet and found the same recipe with more modern measurements instead of her quaint "coffee cup full" directions. I kind of like her non-precise recipe better. I am proud to have been named after her.
Old Kentucky Nut Cake from Recipes.com
Ingredients
2/3 cup shortening
2/3 cup white sugar
3 eggs
2 2/3 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons baking powder
1 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1 1/3 cups chopped walnuts
Directions
Sift together flour, salt, and baking powder.
In a large bowl, cream shortening and sugar until fluffy. Beat in eggs one at a time. Combine milk and vanilla, and add alternately with flour mixture to egg mixture. Fold in nuts. Pour into a greased and floured 9 x 13 inch cake pan.
Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 35 to 40 minutes. Cool on a wire rack. at she didn't go too far beyond a third grade eduation.
