Tuesday, August 19, 2014

After All These Years ...

I finally found it! The Spiegel ad in Victoria that had my EIT teapot. I knew it was there somewhere, but since over the years I've reread my Victorias rather haphazardly, I'd never come across it. This year, however, I've been perusing them in order ... and there it was in the August 1998 issue.

Silly me. I know I'm making a big deal over nothing! But it's one of those things that "I could almost swear to," but could never prove. And it confirms my memory that my mother bought me the tea set from Spiegel. I figure, then, that she gave it to me Christmas 1998. Unless ... it turns up in another ad in a future issue.  :O) Oh well!

Here are some close-ups from photos I've taken since I began my blog. (I have a total of eight place settings.) And I promise I won't share this set again for a long while!

The dessert plate
The saucer

One more. What a difference sunlight makes!

My photos (cropped) were taken from my Summer post and my Spring post/photo shoot.

If you've never properly treated yourself to a tea for one,
I urge you to issue an invitation to yourself today.
Take out your favorite cup and saucer;
lovingly choose your best-loved teapot and water pitcher;
choose an agreeable span of time;
breathe deeply and look forward to your own company. 
(from Alexandra Stoddard's Tea Celebrations-The Way to Serenity)

Take time to pamper yourself this week. You deserve to!

Sunday, August 17, 2014

How Mrs. Tim Gets Through Life

"EIT English Ironstone-Made in England"
(Yikes! The shelf is rough, very aged wood; I will have to take a whisk broom to it!) 

I'm not too far into Mrs. Tim Carries On by D.E. Stevenson, but I have already come across a quote to share. Mrs. Tim Christie's husband has gone to France toward the beginning of WWII. Her good friend, Grace, is about to give birth and is lamenting bringing a child into the world when the world "is in this terrible condition." Written in diary style, Mrs. Tim writes:

... I realise (sic) that she must be comforted, so I proceed to explain my own particular method of 'carrying on'. None of us could bear the war if we allowed ourselves to brood upon the wickedness of it and the misery it has entailed, so the only thing to do is not to allow oneself to think about it seriously, but just to skitter about on the surface of life like a waterbeetle. In this way one can carry on and do one's bit and remain moderately cheerful.

Grace says, 'That seems rather a cowardly way of bearing things.'

I agree that it may be cowardly, but it is the only way for me. It would do no good if I were to think seriously about the war, and it would do me a lot of harm; and I add that my family would suffer if I became a raving lunatic.

What do you think? Agree? Disagree? Some people would think we all ought to be involved in and shoulder the burdens of everything going on in the world today. After all, as Edmund Burke said: "The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." 

But as for me, I think I am more responsible for how I affect my own "sphere of influence." I don't think I'm appointed to take on the burdens of the whole world. So I do what I can to be helpful to those in my sphere. And I pray for them and for those and the situations that aren't in my sphere. But as with Mrs. Tim, I won't do anyone any good if I make myself a miserable, incapacitated, worried wreck.

But, as we all know, sometimes we utter "famous last words," and there are exceptions and varying degrees to all that affects us. Let's just do the best we can.

Where the mind goes, the man follows.
Joyce Meyer

And let's not fill our wagons with so many rocks we can't carry our originally-assigned loads!*

May God bless you and yours with a safe, healthy, and happy week,
*There is a wonderful story in the book Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World by Joanna Weaver re allowing too many rocks (burdens/chores/concerns) to be placed in our wagon and making it so we can't deliver our original load.

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Full of Cool & Refreshing Moments

A girl's gotta have some chocolate! 

That's what I hope the upcoming week will be for you and yours.

The discomposure of spirits, which this extraordinary visit [from Lady Catherine] threw Elizabeth into, could not be easily overcome; nor could she for many hours learn to think of it less than incessantly. 
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

I was having one of those mornings myself, but once I determinedly turned to more positive occupation (I vacuumed and swept floors, and dusted), my spirits are much more composed!

Such a beautiful and calming color.

Hoping that any discomposure of your spirits this week is extremely short-lived!