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Monday, December 14, 2015

Facing forward again...

I always keep my eyes open for nice old wood frames in the thrift stores.

A few weeks back I found this one for $5.

It would be perfect for a print I bought on Etsy that I've been meaning to frame.

(you can see more of her wonderful whimsical art here in her shop )

Since the print looked old world I was chuffed to find such

a dark coloured, aged and textured frame.

In the frame was this old, crappy photo of Lake Tahoe.

Nothing special. Something out of a magazine, perhaps from the 50's or 60's

maybe older, there was no date on it but from the condition of the glass

it hadn't been cleaned in a LONG time.

That was the other thing, the glass. It has that warbley (is that a word?)

wavy look of old glass.

Now usually when you buy a framed piece in the thrift store the

workers will rip off a piece of the backing paper to

make sure there isn't a priceless Picasso or

VanGogh behind that cheap print of Lake Tahoe...

Now don't get ahead of me...this was NOT the case in the frame I bought!!

The backing was still in tact, no one had checked it.

When I finally pulled out all the little nails and

removed the cardboard there WAS something else under

the Lake Tahoe photo...

It was her!

As soon as I turned the photo over I couldn't help but say "hello!" out loud.

I just stared at her for a minute...

"who are you?" I said aloud

"who put you here, facing backwards?"

She is so beautiful and kind looking...

Her eyes look a little sad don't they?

It's a very good quality photograph, probably taken in the early 1900's.

No identifying marks anywhere though.

No photographers studio name, no penciled in name of the lady...

So I brought her out into the light of day...she is sitting with my

seasonal fairy lights, facing forward again after all these years.

I have many pictures like this of long dead relatives,

some who I know, some who I don't.

If the picture could only talk.

I would like to know her story.

I thought about her while Tom and I were making dinner in the kitchen...

Was she married?

Did she lose someone in the Great War?

Did she have children?

Where did she live?

In the city?

Was she a country girl?

Someday, someone may look at a photograph of me and wonder the same things.

Maybe someone will recognize this lady one day and solve my mystery.

But for now she'll spend some time in my house, facing forward again.
Happy Christmas...whoever you are.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

New Kit on the block...

Well here she is...

Folks, meet Aurora.

She is the latest in my 'cruelty free taxidermy' series.

How wonderful to have a trophy such as a beautiful fox without the

dreaded and horrible ritual of the fox hunt!

Many folklore tales portray the fox as a trickster and tell of 'Reynard'

covering itself with blood and then playing dead to unsuspecting birds...who then

try to prey on the dead animal only to be devoured by the fox.

Foxes are seen as sneaky, evil little devils but I beg to differ...

I love the look of a fox.

Their beautiful long sleek red fur, the white tufts on their mane,

little pricky ears and those whiskers!

Foxes are survivors, top of the heap preditors.

Devoted to family.

So Aurora is a cruelty free trophy head joining the

fine company of Orvis the Big horn sheep and Ursula the bear...

Available here in my shop...
(update: fox has been sold)

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Le Reve de Geneviève...(The Dream of Genevieve)

She has travelled the world with all of the greats...

The Bolshoi, The Paris Opera, The Royal Ballet.

The bright lights, the late nights, the long flights.

Bleeding feet, teary eyes, torn calf muscles and all.

But she was never the one on stage.

Always behind the scenes, amidst the heavy velvet curtains,
watching every detail of the costumes on the dancers.

You see she was Genevieve, the seamstress.

Not just any seamstress, but one of the best!

Prima Ballerinas would throw temper tantrums

if the basque was not made by Genevieve.

If Prince Charming's dance belt was not personally

tailored by Genevieve, there might as well not be

a Sleeping Beauty.

Her tutus floated like little summer clouds around

the tiny waists of the dancers.

Every sparkly sequin had a special place on her garments.

They were like stars on a map of the night sky.

But she was not always high in demand...
Genevieve came from humble beginnings

in a small village in the South of France...

One day she met a Russian Bear hitchhiking on the side of the road

who was off to make his fortunes in The City of Lights.

Genevieve had only ever heard stories of Paris but

had dreamed of seeing it since she was a tiny kit.

Her mother had a torn piece of a magazine in their

den with a picture of the skyline and there,

front and centre was The Eiffel Tower!

Some say she had fallen in love with an Irish aviator during the war.
His plane had been shot down in a field near Paris and when he finally recovered,
with the help of the Resistance, she aided in his escape to Spain.
There are rumors of Genevieve's involvement
in many other escapes but she never spoke of them.
The only evidence is an old leather helmet that sits on a little corner table in her bedroom.

Anyway, that was a long time ago and many shows have come and gone.

Genevieve was respected by all of the companies and paid handsomely.

Now she lives in a beautiful elegant apartment overlooking

the Champs de Mars in the centre

of Paris with everything she needs.

But secretly she dreamed of being a dancer and

in her apartment at night, Genevieve will put on

Beethoven's Romance for Violin Concerto,

and don a creation she designed especially for herself.

You see over the years she collected small scraps

and bits from the finest handmade lace and ribbon.

Pieces that would have otherwise been thrown in the bin.

Genevieve would work on it by lamplight late at night until

one day it was finished.

Fitting her svelte, long limbed body like a great costume should.

And she dances.

And spins.

And balances in an old pair of slippers that Anna Pavlova had

once tossed into a corner of a dressing room, considering them 'Done.'

She always gives her most elegant curtsy when she is finished.

As any great ballerina would.
Genevieve has many great memories and volumes of tales to tell
but she is most happy with her wine and her music...as the sun goes down...in Paris.