Showing posts with label Santos Cage Dolls. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Santos Cage Dolls. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Noises off. . . . . . . .


Last evening I was home alone for several hours.
This doesn't happen to me much these days - a lot different from
the many years Bob traveled around the country, and sometimes
overseas, for his job.
After he retired from the company he returned almost 
immediately and worked a further seven years as a consultant,
traveling even more. All in all, 53 years with the same company.
He'd still be there today if they'd have him - and I never, ever heard
him ever say he didn't like his job, or wish he didn't have to go
to work on any given day during that long career.  Quite amazing!


My santos doll, now stripped of decoration as I try to become more of a
 minimalist, but that's another story for another time.

While Bob was out attending the NCSU women's basketball game,
followed by pizza, with granddaughters, I'm not a sports fan at all, 
I sat here listening to noises. 
Yes, when alone in the quiet, my house makes noises.

First came a text from a neighbor advising me of uninvited garden 
visitors enjoying a supper of my pansies! On opening the front 
door I was stared down by three beautiful deer at the bottom
of the front steps, and they didn't want to leave. I had to go outside,
scold them, clap my hands, shoo them away, then chase them 
 across the lawn to the street where they stood quietly, still 
staring back at me and probably thinking about returning as
soon as I went back into the house.
Note to myself:  How did they ever get so big if these are 
the same babies who enjoyed nibbling the sunflowers last summer?

After that I seemed to hear clicks, taps, groans, twigs falling on the 
roof, the refrigerator humming, the heat cutting on then off, more text
notifications, and then a fox - or perhaps a dog - but a fox sounds more 
romantic, barking at the moon.  Did you see that moon last night? 
So amazingly beautiful. Tonight it will be the biggest and brightest
 Super Moon of 2019, called the Super Snow Moon.
Tonight it will be at its peak but in North Carolina, with possible
overnight freezing rain in the forecast, we may have heavy
 cloud cover so may not have a good view like last night.


I played some music from Les Miserables - the stage version - to fill the void
and block out the odd sounds. When Bob's here in the evenings the TV is
 usually on and the house is definitely not quiet.
Not too much later I heard Bob's car coming up the driveway.
He brought me two slices of pizza - I enjoyed one and will have the
 other tonight. 
It was a different kind of evening being here alone. It made me
realize how good it is to have someone else in the house, especially
 at night when there are noises off!


Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Essential elements . . . . . . .


Perhaps I've mentioned before how, some years ago, I became smitten with the
 work of extraordinary Australian designer/stylist, Sibella Court. I first discovered 
her through her book etcetera found when browsing through Anthropolgie.
She is an amazing traveller/collector/historian who brings back elements, both as  
objects and perhaps more importantly, as memories, to translate into her personal
versions of unusual one-of-a-kind interiors.

Besides Sibella's stellar career with many of the world's best known retail giants 
and publications, she was the host of a TV program called Restoration Australia. 
She also has a shop, The Society Inc. in Sydney, Australia which, if I'm ever
 fortunate enough to return to 'the lucky country' for another visit, will be at the top 
of my places to visit list. I know I will spend hours looking through her 'oddities and curiosities.'
  Sibella has shared much of her fabulous global travels in several books. Different in 
their artistic format, they are beautiful to hold, making one anxious to turn the pages.
I have three of them - etcetera, The Life of a Bowerbird, and NOMAD. 
I never tire of looking through them, reading her words, and admiring her 
 brother Chris Court's stunning photography. The books themselves are pieces of art,
 the paper, type fonts, and the layout/design of each page.

Yes, Sibella is a vagabond. . . . . .the hunter, gatherer, traveler I'd most like 
to meet in person some day.
Anyway, look her up, read much more, and if you like to collect unusual elements to
 make your life interesting and creative, go here to Sibella's website where you can
 also visit her blog. Her posts are so interesting - recently she posted on her visit to
 Scotland with her father, and it's lovely.

I discovered a box of bits and bobs I'd tucked away and wondered what
Sibella would do with the contents. This little delicate piece of crochet work, 
still attached to its ball of cotton thread, was begging to be admired.
Looking around I found the perfect place, around the slender neck of my 
Santos cage doll.