tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62693889767338780932024-03-14T03:48:52.780-04:00VIOLETLADY AT HOMEMid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble,there's no place like home. John Howard Payne (1791 - 1852)violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.comBlogger311125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-34259194139389643562011-05-29T21:56:00.000-04:002011-05-29T21:56:27.747-04:00Lest We Forget<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc74cWGkxGeeIS-xT1nC4vctun8_FQNYgvbUhqz4oqR32l77cBmRg-XgMPtw6pbxqenGdMNPh7F9GaeM8c7vRdpEDUm02WSa1AGnKjPrvLEkv891oUpvtCd_lqChs_jMnLQHR6fnUL23Sc/s1600/arlington+graves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc74cWGkxGeeIS-xT1nC4vctun8_FQNYgvbUhqz4oqR32l77cBmRg-XgMPtw6pbxqenGdMNPh7F9GaeM8c7vRdpEDUm02WSa1AGnKjPrvLEkv891oUpvtCd_lqChs_jMnLQHR6fnUL23Sc/s640/arlington+graves.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-18934499581215136212011-05-27T22:30:00.000-04:002011-05-27T22:30:25.603-04:00MEET *LIZ TAYLOR!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxpGQMnFJk2STEMoU5wImY2tLELB_JjTSMCesb0nv7gbQBVFMalOatSLJ0MtCZno2S_0BnbG29-FIQ2cFyY7w3OtD9U1AFeoq4LoIVsV9SmQOpIvAGUmFRV6DKx0BHMegi3fjH2Tgeygn/s1600/Taylor+and+Linda+5-6-11+023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpxpGQMnFJk2STEMoU5wImY2tLELB_JjTSMCesb0nv7gbQBVFMalOatSLJ0MtCZno2S_0BnbG29-FIQ2cFyY7w3OtD9U1AFeoq4LoIVsV9SmQOpIvAGUmFRV6DKx0BHMegi3fjH2Tgeygn/s400/Taylor+and+Linda+5-6-11+023.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>We have a new addition to our family!! Her name is Liz Taylor in honor of the great actress. We call her Taylor and she is 8 months old today. She is a Standard Poodle, but will be a small one. We got her last month. It has been a year since we lost our dear Beau so it was time. She is gorgeous and so well-behaved. We love her so much.violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-86027446718481841652011-03-23T19:53:00.000-04:002011-03-23T19:53:57.737-04:00Thanks, Ben!<div class="clsBodyTextWide" style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0pt;"><i>Never waste any time you can spend sleeping</i>.</div><div class="clsBodyTextWide" style="font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-indent: 0pt;">--Professor Frank H. Knight, in class at the University of Chicago, 1936<br />
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</div>violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-46741172404981221932011-03-18T12:41:00.007-04:002011-03-18T17:09:33.033-04:00FIVE MONTHS LATER...It has been a long time since I have written an entry on this blog, but here it goes. Things have been super busy since my last post five months ago. My husband and I have moved, he has had two surgeries (as a result of his fall off his boat last spring) and I have been re-nesting our townhouse. I like to decorate but I have been doing this in bits and spurts. It would be nice if money were no object! I do have lots of "stuff" to work with, though. We moved from a sizeable house with a large yard and lots of trees to a townhouse in a community with NO trees and no yard. We actually like this new place - slightly smaller - with a different room configuration. I find that I greatly miss my yard and trees, though. The upkeep here is easier and utility bills are more reasonable.<br />
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Spring is just around the corner and today in southern coastal Delaware it is supposed to reach 70 degrees. I am leaving for the beach (10 minutes away) to take a walk by the ocean. My walks are usually "head-down" looking for shells or beach glass. When I moved here in 1992 one thing I noticed was that there were not a lot of shells on the beaches. I remember the New Jersey beaches having lots of shells, including large clam shells which we would gather and paint when I was a little girl. I have heard that the beaches there have less shells than they used to have also.<br />
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So long for now. Hopefully, I will keep up with my blogging a little better than I have recently.<br />
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UPDATE: Returned home from the beach. Walked a mile 80 degrees - lots of people of all ages, dogs, kites.........but no seashells. Got to my car, decided to get out and take a picture with my cell phone, my car locked automatically with my keys inside. Had to call my husband to go home, get my spare keys and bring them to me. Still - what a nice day!<br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;">HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY TO ALL WHO ARE IRISH OR IRISH FOR A DAY!!!!!!!!!!</span><br />
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We are very busy -- my husband is building another mega-house for a client. It has been a struggle getting it past local town regulations since it is on a canal and larger in height than is usually allowed, therefore needed a variance. He thinks he may retire after this house. At 72 it may be time.<br />
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I am busy preparing for our annual Realtors' auction in which we raise money to help provide a happy Christmas for needy children. Our theme is "Winter Wonderland By The Sea." We will use loaned Christmas trees with white lights and centerpieces of seashells and "snow." We have a very limited budget for decorations so I don't know how much of a "wonderland" it will be!<br />
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I attended an Argentine Tango weekend workshop last month and have another one in a few weeks. I have never done this before and I signed up and went alone. My husband is not a dancer and since his fall off his boat this summer he is still limping around. The dance classes were tons of fun -- what a beautiful dance.<br />
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We are also in the process of moving to a smaller home not far away. I am trying to get up the momentum to pack. I am a clutterer and a collector which makes it difficult. I am also running into a problem getting boxes from the local liquor stores. They used to provide an unlimited amount of boxes needed for packing. Now they don't seem to want to give more than a few at a time. Other stores crush them as they discard them. The last time we moved we had movers do it, although I did the packing. For some reason (husband's decision) we are doing it ourselves with the assistance of his employees. I don't know how I got all this stuff in this house when we moved here fifteen years ago. What a nightmare!<br />
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Hope you are all having a happy October!<br />
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<b><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>xxoo </i></span></span></b>violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-58934746646356219502010-08-21T23:48:00.000-04:002010-08-21T23:48:37.054-04:00Beach Plums<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My mother was a "South Jersey girl." She was born and raised in New Jersey until she met and married my father and forever after lived near Philadelphia (his hometown).</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
We grew up always knowing about beach plum jelly. The beach plum is a shrub that grows along the seashore from Maine to Delaware. Mom picked the little sweet plums and made her own jelly. The plums were cooked and then strained in a cheesecloth which was tied to a cabinet and hung over a bowl to gather the juice for the jelly. Mom always made her jelly with the paraffin wax over the top before sealing it. I don't usually see canning done this way anymore.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div>We can buy local beach plum jelly at the farmers market by a lady who picks the plums herself in the sand dunes along the seashore. Today I was at the Lewes Farmers Market and she had a large container of the plums. She said she had not picked these, but purchased them from another vendor who grew cultivated beach plums. She will use these when she runs out of her wild plums.<br />
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For more information on this delicious little plum, read <a href="http://www.wildmanstevebrill.com/Plants.Folder/BeachPlums.html">http://www.wildmanstevebrill.com/Plants.Folder/BeachPlums.html</a> <br />
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Thanks for stopping by - come back again!<br />
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xovioletladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-84382154751623340742010-08-04T22:21:00.000-04:002010-08-04T22:21:47.053-04:00I Love New England!I recently returned from a great little vacation in New England. My sister and I drove to Andover, Massachusetts to visit my daughter and son-in-law and my two grandsons. The oldest turned 14 while we were there!<br />
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We drove to Wolfeboro, NH for a day and visited some of our favorite spots and drove on two separate days to Gloucester, MA (which we loved). While in Gloucester we drove to nearby Rocky Neck Artist Colony which is and was where some noted artists have lived and worked. We had planned to drive over to Ogunquit, Maine which is another favorite place, but instead spent the two days in Gloucester.<br />
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Here are some pix!<br />
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I will be back up in Andover at Thanksgiving - this time my husband will go, too! I can't wait!<br />
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xxoovioletladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-34720608573553009422010-07-16T23:24:00.000-04:002010-07-16T23:24:18.279-04:00I SHALL RETURN!If any of you have been checking in and see that I haven't posted anything for quite awhile -- I will be back soon. I am just in a blogging slump these days. <br />
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I will back to checking in on other blogs and posting to my own in a few more weeks. <br />
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Hope you all are staying cool in this scorcher of a summer! (Here are some pictures of my visit last weekend to Bucks County, PA where I used to live.)<br />
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Memorial Day, originally known as Decoration Day, was proclaimed in 1868 a national day of remembrance of those who died in the Civil War. It later included all those who died in any war.<br />
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To help re-educate and remind Americans of the true meaning of Memorial Day, the "National Moment of Remembrance" resolution was passed on Dec 2000 which asks that at 3 p.m. local time, for all Americans "To voluntarily and informally observe in their own way a Moment of remembrance and respect, pausing from whatever they are doing for a moment of silence or listening to 'Taps."violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-33364977055550550812010-05-08T21:47:00.000-04:002010-05-08T21:47:12.803-04:00Happy Mother's DayI hope you all have a Happy Mother's Day.<br />
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I won't be able to be with my daughter and grandsons, but the love between us will span the miles. I will also be cherishing the happy memories of my sweet mother.<br />
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Here is a picture of my mother holding me, circa 1945-46 and one of me holding my little girl, 1966.<br />
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Tonight on <em>Access Hollywood</em>, Raquel Welch was given the compliment of being the most glamorous grandma (in time for Mother's Day). She is a beautiful woman (aged 69) who has obviously had some <strong>very </strong>good plastic surgery. She looks natural. Her skin is not pulled too tight which makes some women look like monsters. BUT -- she has not aged so beautifully without the help of a talented plastic surgeon. I want to see someone who has not had "work" done and still looks good for her age be given a compliment or award for aging naturally and gracefully without plastic surgery.<br />
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<em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">xo</span></em>violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-25647203615329082022010-05-02T23:23:00.002-04:002010-05-04T22:28:57.573-04:00MOSAIC MONDAY - BEAU 2004-2010<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrPpXTSX4xNiOjYDO_yc86BOLiBjAsWolQDuCdke8AdPUxPaaxErsAJMDFbemwY-Sy4gUoNpXsN_Cq8xgtFJeba4qrZWAqLOc7xzY8fBsP6c_-Q6dEWRg-HxTeczJyYksWE_qug_XQ69b/s1600/beau+mosaic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSrPpXTSX4xNiOjYDO_yc86BOLiBjAsWolQDuCdke8AdPUxPaaxErsAJMDFbemwY-Sy4gUoNpXsN_Cq8xgtFJeba4qrZWAqLOc7xzY8fBsP6c_-Q6dEWRg-HxTeczJyYksWE_qug_XQ69b/s640/beau+mosaic.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I am joining <a href="http://dearlittleredhouse.blogspot.com/">Little Red House's</a> Mosaic Monday today with photos of my dear little Beau who left this world two weeks ago today.<br />
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<em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">Violetlady</span></em><br />
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We lost our dear Beau on Monday night. I was away as you know and Ken was walking Beau down our street for Beau's evening constitutional. Beau was always a little eccentric, shall we say, and one thing he hated in his neighborhood was trucks of any kind -- big or small. He would bark, he would lunge, and sometimes it took all my strength to hold back his 17 pounds from his effort to get at a truck's moving wheels. I warned him time after time. This time, he lost the battle. The leash either broke or slipped from my husband's hands. It was over in an instant. I flew home the next morning. <br />
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Everything has just been awful here at home. The house is empty and quiet and sad. (We also lost our old Violette cat two weeks ago). Beau was a great little barker and he guarded his street with a vengeance. I was home a lot and Beau was always within my sight or at my side. Almost everything I did was linked to him in some way. <br />
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We have had so many wonderful e-mails, Facebook comments, phone calls, cards and gifts that it has astounded me. I am so touched and so grateful.<br />
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Not a day goes by that Ken and I don't cry over our little guy. I know it will get better, but for now the pain is visceral.<br />
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One of our blogging friends, Barbara at <a href="http://theclarkhomestead.blogspot.com/">The Clark Homestead</a>, said this: "What a little warrior, now he will be in Valhalla with the other brave souls." That says it all.<br />
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My husband was away all week driving down to Georgia and sailing his boat back up here (do you "sail" a trawler?) with his boat partners and friends. They never got as far as here because everyone had different schedules and had to get home. They left the boat at a marina in North Carolina and will make another trip down there to bring it home to Lewes. Ken had to get home in order to watch our pets while I go to Massachusetts to visit my daughter and grandchildren for a week. I was supposed to leave today, but I had a client who wanted to see houses and possibly write a contract (yay!), so I rescheduled my flight for tomorrow. I always get stressed about leaving to go anywhere: is the house clean or at least fairly neat, is there enough dog and cat food, what am I packing, etc., etc., etc. Is everyone the same way before a trip? Why can't I just GO?<br />
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I will be trying to catch up on blogs while I am away. I will try to take lots of pictures while I am away.<br />
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Hope everyone has a great week!<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">Violetlady</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">xo</span></em></strong>violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-19460706158441564252010-04-11T18:45:00.000-04:002010-04-11T18:45:21.285-04:00Alice In WonderlandI saw "Alice In Wonderland" this afternoon after having lunch with a good friend. The weather here is absolutely beautiful today - almost too nice to spend in a movie theater - but we went later in the afternoon. The movie was excellent. This wasn't the 3D version, but I thought it was plenty scary!<br />
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I was very sad Friday and Saturday after Violette died, but I am feeling a little better today. I bought some flowers to plant on her grave. The house seems so empty without her, even with a dog and two other cats. She was with us for almost seventeen years and was a true member of the family. The past year has been difficult with her aging issues, but as one Facebook friend commented, she awaits me in heaven. I like that thought.<br />
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I am reprinting one of my favorite poems from <em>Alice Through The Looking Glass</em> which I shared on my other blog, <em>Cabin Dreams</em>, on which I haven't posted for a very, very long time. (I can't decide what to put on this blog and what to put on the other blog, so I concentrate on this one.) When you read this poem, you have to read it aloud to get the full, wonderful effect.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #38761d;">The Jabberwocky</span></strong></div><span style="color: #38761d;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">By Lewis Carroll</span></div><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">All mimsy were the borogoves,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">And the mome raths outgrabe.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">The frumious Bandersnatch!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">He took his vorpal sword in hand:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Long time the manxome foe he sought--</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">So rested he by the Tumtum tree,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">And stood awhile in thought.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">And, as in uffish thought he stood,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Came whiffing through the tugey wood,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">And burbled as it came! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">One, two! One, two! And through and through</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">He left it dead, and with its head</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">He went galumphing back. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">"And hast thou slain the Jaberwock?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Come to my arms, my beamish boy!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">He chortled in his joy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Did grye and gimble in the wabe:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">All mimsy were the borogoves,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;">And the mome raths outgrab.</span></div><span style="color: #38761d;"><br />
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</span>violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-61383796940144326652010-04-09T14:55:00.000-04:002010-04-09T14:55:14.712-04:00VioletteR.I.P. Our dear, sweet Violette. 1993-2010<br />
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<strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">Violetlady</span></em></strong><br />
<strong><em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;">xo</span></em></strong>violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-26981858935395309692010-04-04T03:00:00.002-04:002010-05-08T20:45:07.186-04:00Chocolate For MeOne of my favorite places to visit (when I get the chance) is the <em>Harbor Candy Shop</em> in Ogunquit, Maine. It is a charming old fashioned candy shop with homemade candy. I haven't been there for a few years now, but I started thinking about one of their specialities. They are called Nut Wreaths or "Mendiants" as they are called in France and Belgium. They are delicate dark chocolate wreaths, decorated with nuts, dried fruits and candied violets. According to the shop, the colors represent the four Roman Catholic mendicant orders (Dominicans in white, Franciscans in grey, Carmelites in Brown and Augustinians in deep purple).<br />
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I decided to treat myself this Easter to a box of these nut wreaths to be shipped directly to me. The package came festively wrapped in a red box with lavender velvet ribbon. Luckily, my husband does not like dark chocolate, so I have tucked these away in a drawer as a special treat for me alone!<br />
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</div>Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it from here in coastal Delaware.<br />
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xo</span></strong>violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-53436851122958994582010-04-01T23:30:00.005-04:002010-04-01T23:42:20.576-04:00Show and Tell Friday -- Here Comes Peter Cotton TailI am joining Cindy at <a href="http://romantichome.blogspot.com/">My Romantic Home</a> for her Show and Tell Friday. Stop over and see some pretty things.<br />
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Here are some of my little vintage rabbits who hopped in just in time for Easter. Two are authentic Limoges boxes as is the carrot.<br />
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<em>Violetlady xo</em>violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-16452126448986459682010-03-30T22:10:00.000-04:002010-03-30T22:10:25.975-04:00My Visit To A Local Antique StoreA few days ago I visited one of my favorite local antique stores, <em>Heritage Antiques</em>. There is so much stuff there that you can spend hours browsing. The sellers all have booths set up so it is really a consignment antique store. Thought I would share some photos of the beautiful things. <br />
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Can you tell how I focused on the china displays? I love those delicate teacups and the red and white transferware (Britain Castles pattern) are among my favorites. violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-36727547247730336342010-03-29T00:15:00.006-04:002010-03-29T00:32:47.420-04:00Mosaic MondayMary at <span id="goog_2130555016"></span><a href="http://dearlittleredhouse.blogspot.com/">Little Red House</a> <span id="goog_2130555017"></span>is hosting her Mosaic Monday. Here is mine this week -- all my kitties. The large photo and the second one down are Pierre (about 20 lbs.), there is old Violette (17) third down, and there is also one of Pierre and Chloe who are true buddies.<br />
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</div>Stop over and visit Little Red House and see all the beautiful mosaics people have created.violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269388976733878093.post-76756432740613243012010-03-28T18:40:00.000-04:002010-03-28T18:40:39.155-04:00What Happened To Spring??I thought Spring had arrived last week. Temperatures neared 70 degrees for a few days, then the rain came and now it is windy and very cool. Is March supposed to come in like a lion and out like a lamb? Looks like it is the opposite here. I went over to Lewes Beach which sits on the Delaware Bay right near the Atlantic Ocean and the Delaware River. It is a great little beach for families because the water is calm, they rent umbrellas there and the Dairy Queen is a short walk away. <br />
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I am waiting for Spring again.<br />
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I think I wrote about this a few years ago, but here it is again. This is one of my very, very favorite things.<br />
This little dish was made by a good friend of my parents as a baby present for me (64 years ago). My first name is Meryl and as you can see, it says "This is Meryl's Dish." I was named Meryl after my mother and my middle name is Kristina. This was given to me before they decided to call me Kristina or Tina instead of Meryl.<br />
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Our little Beau, first, five years ago when we got him, and now. Isn't he a handsome little man? He rules the roost around here.violetladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02029256237420904005noreply@blogger.com5