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daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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I live in Australia, my ancestry is in Cornwall. a Celt. a hedgewitch of sorts. I am an Earth Healer. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. A gypsy. An eccentric. a mystic. I am a searcher, a seeker, a pilgrim on Earth. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. I love to dream, to walk and to wonder

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July 10, 2005

brown paper parcels * memories are made of this ~ July 10

my nan's sister was called Elsie. She lived in a gorgeous old home with a tesselated footpath going up to the front door ~ the house always, always smelt of gardenias. She grew them wonderfully and there were always little bowls of them everywhere. When we went to visit her with my nan, it was like going to visit the Queen. We had our 'best' clothes on and had to behave ourselves like the young ladies that we were ! We always went for lunch. The table was set with white tablecloth, silver and her lovely china. I remember that she always had a bowl of cucumber in vinegar and her home made mayonnaise in a little bowl with a tiny silver spoon.Her bedroom had a window seat and I just loved to gaze at her collection of dolls.... I always wanted to play with them but never had the chance

2 Comments:

Anonymous Amy said...

Memories like this are so precious to hold onto.

11:58 am  
Anonymous kali said...

Oh Robyn ~ what an adventure it must have been to visit your Great~Aunt Elsie with your Nan !

2:16 pm  

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