Indigo, to me, has such a dark night in the woods feeling. It's not a city colour. Too many lights at night. Indigo is that moment just before complete darkness. When the last cottage at the lake turns it's lights out.
<sigh>
The little plate, quoted above <in discussion with nimh> was a most wonderful little find. I think mrs. hamburger will appreciate it, and its saying, muchly. Of course, if she's lurking about, reading over hamburger's shoulder, it won't be a huuuuuuge surprise, but it's such a pretty little plate.
and really - the concert that is life does not come with a program.
My current depressed mood leads me to ponder on the bootlessness of possessions - even pretty plates.....a public gadfly and intellectual here was speaking one day of "his" antiquity collection. It is not, he said, his, he is a station on the lengthy journey through time of these objects.
I love antiquities - I love to look at them and think of the hands that made them - the life lived around them - the time - deep to us - but shallow in reality - that they have journeyed through - I wonder if any one of my odd assembly of objects will ever make the transition to antiquity? Be, perhaps, dug up and wondered about....what will happen to these things - the ones not already cast off, when I die.
When my father died, the things I could not bear to see were the shopping lists - and the dirty clothes (he was a cheap, hence rather dirty, old man).
One wonders what future generations might make of things like our IUDs - of our gadgety bottle openers - the little Alessi plastic whatsits - my fly swat, with the classic woman's portrait depicted by the holes!!!!
But, I am sure your mother will love her plate!!! How old is it?
hmmm, finding old treasures makes me happy. they give me a feeling of connection that i don't always have otherwise. sometimes, i do have a bit of a sad feeling - the time i bought a pile of linens that had been packed into a hope chest a hundred years earlier and never used - what were/are people saving these lovely things for? use them use them use them. They're going to end up selling at auction for $5 in the end. Or if it's a lot more, you'll be dead by the time they've attained their value.
The little delft plate is small enough to mostly fit in my hand. I don't know it's age, and I don't know enough about delft to 'age' it, but it's very traditional looking (but not kitchy - no little windmills ... ) - other than the saying.
Lovely!
I was glad to inherit my parents' crystal glassware. It had been a lovely, simple, elegant, very large set.
By the time I got it, it had mostly been smashed. Not, sadly, in joyous use but because my father had shoved so much crap in the cupboard where it was kept after my mother died, that the weight had smashed most of it.
I liberated it - and joyed in its use, finally! Most of it is now smashed - in the course of happy dinner parties and such - and I am glad. More of it I liberated (mostly the cut crystal decanters and cut crystal sherry and whisky and liqueur glasses) by donating them in bundles as prizes for a friend's last election campaign. Oddly, I won one of the sets, which I was glad of - cos I kind of wanted that one, but had wanted to set the things free in a good cause.
Almost enough to make you stop seeing Kahlil Gibran as a portentous schmuck - almost....
Delft is lovely.
I do like the idea of those glasses ending their lives joyously. They were made to be used. I always think it would make a craftsman sad to know that his product was not used.
I sooo know what you both mean. I hate to see things that were meant to be used put on display instead. If one never drinks from the crystal glasses, what is the point of having them? If a chair is not be sat upon, why is it in my front parlor?
Heehee - problem with having a front parlour!
In my previous house I had a lovely front living room that only I used - I encouraged them to do so, but everyone always gathered in the tiny casual living room that combined with the kitchen - now I do not have one - just a living/dining.
The best things abt parlours are the parlour-(maid equivalent men) they used to have once upon a time.....
or was it chamber ?
Ahhh..the good old days......
Damn! The account which sends me information on how to make my penis 3" bigger has been cancelled - I bet!
I was too smart to try to cancel it - so....
Speaking of junk emails - I got one with the title "even a monkey can get laid here"
I am thinking of subscribing....
G! Is that you? How fetching!
Nopes, it is my next door neighbour
Taken on Sat by a drunken friend from his mobile of an equally drunk me with my arms arnd a very good friend who was slightly more drunk than the two of us....
Lookit that smile!!! Hello, Gautam! I see the "Indian Prince" avatar was very close to the mark.
A happy drunk is a lovesome thing, god wot.
i wonder if there was singing.
Gautam
What's happened to your avatar - all I can see is your hairline! (well - it looks like your hairline) - I kept waiting for the rest to load, but....
Gautam wrote:an equally drunk me with my arms....
Glad to hear that you keep your limbs attached even when binging!
Gautam goes around London armed!!??