Every window must have a garden view. And my garden must be a moat of grace around my home. Facts from my mission statement.
Yesterday, above/below, I did something I haven't done since college. Ironing for pleasure. Of course I set up with a garden view.
My grandfather was a doctor & always had a snazzy linen handkerchief in his suit pocket. I loved to iron them watching the patterns & threads appear. My brother-in-law is a doctor, and loves to iron. Without him I doubt I'd have courage to let anyone know of this pleasure.
My linen tea towels are all vintage. Ridiculous, silly women saved them for a 'special day'. They died, I bought them at estate sales for cheapo/nothing.
In my kitchen is a fabulous new stove/oven. With a bar perfect for ironed linen tea towels.
Vintage draperies, above, were rescued from a demolished home. Loved Chinoiserie before I knew 'Chinoiserie' was a word.
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Chinoiserie Chic gave me permission for this passion. Mentors gave me permission to develop to the 'N'th degree my gardening passion.
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My brother-in-law picked me up from Hobby airport last January knowing something terrible. He let me be quiet, chit/chat, ask questions. He gave me time & my own lead to understanding. The car was surely heading to the hospital where my Dad lay. Dad would not live beyond the day. He held my hand while tears fell like acid & breathing was impossible. G*d gave me these moments to compose myself before walking into Dad's hospital room. G*d gave my brother-in-law the task of telling me my father would die.
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Of course I want to do something nice for my brother-in-law. I'm on a fresh hunt for vintage linen tea towels. My sister thinks her husband's ironing 'thing' is humorous. She showed me his specially ordered iron, a German beauty.
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An enriching enfilade: ironing vintage linen, loving Chinoiserie draperies, adoring beautiful garden views. Willie Nelson was singing love songs. I took the CD from Dad's car after he died.
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I'm plodding thru this. Thankful for nurturing templates.
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara