Monday, December 30, 2019
Monday, December 23, 2019
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Little extra color to spread around the house.
No snow for Christmas?
Maybe Christmas day, they say.
Maybe Christmas day, they say.
Celebrating with friends and family.
Enjoying vintage wax decorations over and over.
Pasha's domain is outside. Except during the holidays when you will find him under the Christmas tree.
With warmest thoughts and wishes for a wonderful Christmas.
Gina
Pasha's domain is outside. Except during the holidays when you will find him under the Christmas tree.
With warmest thoughts and wishes for a wonderful Christmas.
Gina
Tuesday, December 17, 2019
Print, Print, Print, Stamp, Stamp, Stamp.
Print it yourself, it's easy.
Why not wrap your presents with inexpensive brown paper and decorate with 6 inch wide Toile de jouy Paper Ribbons.
Paper Ribbons you have painted yourself.
Print General Purpose Masking Paper, 180 feet for under $2, with rubber stamps.
(I used rubber stamps from "Rubber Stampede")
As pretty as any 18th c. French Toile de jouy Fabric.
Happy wrapping and happy gifting
my dear Blogging Friends.
Gina
Labels:
acrylic paints,
foam stamps,
stamped paper ribbon
Friday, December 13, 2019
Not really a Christmas Story
Tucked away in the most northeastern corner of Italy
Where the cows go to green pastures and come home every evening to be in their cozy barn, where each cow has a hand painted name plate and her own window to look out from.
This is also the place where I buy my hand knit sweaters.
(The black sweater on the left is my newest acquisition).
(The black sweater on the left is my newest acquisition).
From a special shop by the name of Trachten Stueberle
Where every balcony is adorned with the most impossible and
luxurious flowers.
And where an elderly gentleman, of nobility, lives behind these towering walls.
He lives there, by himself, hidden.
In this enormous castle.
And every year I ask the locals: 'what do you hear from the old Gentleman' ?
And always, a shrug of the shoulders follows.
And every year, I am hoping, that the elderly Gentleman will see me from his window, and send his manservant to invite me to have tea with him.
And then I will sit quietly and listen.
Where is this magic place, you ask?
It is called Toblach/Dobbiaco in the Südtirol, where both Italian and German is spoken.
Each year I discover a little more and one day I will know everything.
Gina
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