Friday, January 30, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Monday, January 26, 2015
The Lover's Eye became popular during the reign of King George IV when he commissioned an artist to depict a rendering of his secret lover's eye to wear in a locket secretly keeping her identity unknown.
Love, in many cases of marriage was non existent and therefore affairs of the heart were conducted in obscurity and concealment from the public eye. To keep one's love a secret and close to their heart, they wore an affectionate reminder, in this case the eyes of their paramour inside a secret locket.
Clandestine Lover's Eye Love Tokens were all the rage in 18th and 19th century. And why not , they were the perfect secret love keepers. They were virtually impossible to ever give the secret identity of the lover away!
New to my Haunted Secret Lovers Eye Collection
This Lover's Eye is A PRINT OF AN ORIGINAL PHOTOGRAPH OF AN ORIGINAL CHARCOAL ILLUSTRATION .
A charming, whimsical and mysterious Love Token popularized by London High Society during late 1700's.
This art work will certainly strike up a conversation of curiosity both for the art work and it's inspiration.
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Sunday, January 25, 2015
And I just had to add this in.
Cookie Monster Chocolate Chip Cookies
Oh well, something to look forward to as a special treat.
At the moment I see someone is enjoying my cookie : )
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Beautiful Things HappenWhen One Experiments a Little : )
I made my coffee and then reconnected to the previous night’s reading list on my computer I had book marked before retiring to bed.
I manipulated the filters, added water, salt and some Raspberry jam, scrunched, baked and baked again creating some very interesting textures.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
There is something charmingly nostalgic about a photograph of a child no matter its origin of generation. Its qualities of purity, innocence and quietude it conveys holds fast its observer and becomes their little treasure for whatever correlation it may have to their life that tugged at their heart. This particular photograph is my little treasure not only because it’s of me when I was a kid but because it dates to an important time in my life. A time that changed my world as I had known it, forever.
I had loved Italy with all my heart, my family, my grandfather and grandmother, my aunts and uncles especially my uncles who imparted their love of motorcycles unto me In their lovable ways they always gave me rides but sometimes there was a fee attached, steal some cigarettes from your mom and you can ride with me and so I did. While my mom would be sleeping after a night shift at the hospital I would sneak into her bedroom and steal her cigarettes, give them to whoever was offering the ride be it uncle Mario, uncle Miche, uncle Titti, uncle Bruno, didn't matter who, I was getting what I wanted, a motorcycle ride by the sea.
It was this picture that was responsible for tempering with my beautiful idyllic life in Italy.
I was asking my dad in America to send for us, little that I knew how different life would be. After all I was just 4 years old and I basically listened to the adults with promises of a long red convertible, fur coat and a house in the country.
When the day had come to leave Italy for good and fly to Canada I cried uncontrollably. I remember it so clearly. I didn't want to go anymore. It wasn't America and there be no more motorcycle rides with my uncles.
Anyway, that was a very, very long time ago but see how a picture can stir so many memories and speak a thousand silent words and maybe even keep a secret and a mystery.
To this day I have no idea why I was holding a Pigeon but I remember hearing a story that my uncles or one of my uncles liked shooting Pigeons for food; apparantly frying them in a pan was the preferred way of cooking them.
I sure hope I wasn't holding on to the chubby feathery little fella for someones meal.
Hope you like the photograph.
Let us come to America soon.
Your Anna xxxxxx
In 1961 a quiet communiqué written on the back of a photograph of a little girl holding a Pigeon in her arms was flown on a silver bird to the other side of the world carrying a message from a daughter in Italy to a father in America. She decided against sending the bird for the long voyage.
Years have passed since then. I met my French Canadian husband because of a motorcycle ride one night, that’s another story, got a Canada Goose jacket instead of a fur coat, bought a bungalow in the country (not far enough) and a Ford 150. The choice was right to make the enormous move and from time to time I do miss my place of birth and the family I left behind but Canada is now my home and will forever be.
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