Sunday, July 29, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Over the years I've been introduced to a lot of "stuff" by my granddaughters. This year it was the Disney program "Good Luck, Charlie." In case you haven't seen it, its a sitcom whereby the teenagers of this family decide to make a videotape for their littlest sibling, Charlie, so she'll have some understanding later of the family shes getting into. (That is the explanation given me by my girls; who knows if it is exactly true or not?) Anyway, each episode features the teens and family doing something funny or odd or clever -- and the show closes with shutting off the video with the words, "Good Luck, Charlie." The girls have videotaped all the "best" of the series and wanted me to watch with them. I admit it was pretty darn cute.
Through the years I've been introduced to Baby Einstein, the teletubbies, that blue dog and the red animal, whatever it is, Sponge Bob Square Pants (did I get it right?), last year iCarly and now this year "Good Luck, Charlie." All have been fun in small doses, and I do marvel mostly at the talent of all the teens in these programs. And believe me, it does my heart good to see that my granddaughters are video-taping good stuff. The bad stuff comes around way too early and too quickly!
My old tee shirt that read, "So Many Books, So Little Time" - in both English and Latin, finally wore out and I couldn't find another that I liked as well. So when I came upon this shirt - a wonderful sketch by illustrator Edward Gorey, I knew I couldn't live without it. It had "ME" written all over it. I ordered it online; it's a little pricey, and being a white tee-shirt I have to take really good care of it and not wear it everywhere every day (which I would really like to do), but it sure does make me happy.
So for about a week I tossed around the idea of bringing Selah into the house as a companion for Squeaky. But before I found it necessary to determine Selah's gender (I wanted only a male cat) I decided I really didn't want a kitten after all. But it was a tough decision to make. I think Jerry might even have approved.
I haven't shown anything Turkish in a while, so today's final series of photos are interesting and funny. In a part of Turkey distant from Istanbul, a group of us on tour came upon a group of young woman with very interesting headscarves. The scarves were regional and quite lovely.
Several of us went into town and bought one for ourselves. It was a block print on soft, silky material. Before we left the town we had a lady show us how to wear it the Turkish way, which also necessitated using a solid black scarf put on underneath. At home in Istanbul in our flat, I used it as a decorator tablecloth.
The picture below is of me, complete with scarves -- worn in the traditional manner. You'd be able to tell, of course, that I do not look at all like a Turk. What you see is a very Anglo face (a fat face, then) in a Turkish setting. I got lots of mileage with this picture. It was good for a laugh everytime I showed it to people. I wasn't crazy about the picture either, but I liked that it really showed so much better the way the scarf was worn.
Slowly but surely I have been letting go of my Turkish artifacts, which is a sad thing to do but as they say, you can't take it with you, and I can't inflict all my Turkish memories on people who haven't been there. So this scarf is gone now. But at least I have the pictures so I won't forget that special time and place.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
My friend Nancy, who lives in San Francisco, sent me a unique card that her mother embellished many years ago with amazingly small flowers made by tatting: Here’s what I saw.
My mother, May, a native Californian, was born in Ballona Township, renamed Inglewood somewhat later, and she graduated in Los Angeles from Manual Arts High School and Teachers Normal School (later UCLA). In 1921 she married Max Elsner, whose parents had immigrated to the US from Prussia and Bavaria in the 1870s and settled in Los Angeles.
In her later years, mother made several new quilts which family members have enjoyed. She also finished others begun by her own mother years earlier after visiting a quilt exhibition in Pasadena. She sometimes used swatches of material in her quilts from dresses we wore in our youth, sometimes even using material from grownups’ apparel. We still have those quilts in our possession and they have been a particular joy.
Although neither my sister nor I learned to tat, my mother did teach tatting to her granddaughters and passed on to them the shuttles she used throughout her life.