It’s time again to see what else is happening in my world. One reader once called my life “Lizzie Land” which is as good as any way to describe my universe.
Above you see the dogwoods in bloom in the backyard of what we call the “Little House.” We bought the Little House ten years ago after my mother-in-law’s house flooded and she needed a new home. She never lived there, but I fell in love with it and today it houses my collection and sewing room. We’ve also had some incredible parties there.
I bought a bunch of archival flat boxes, and so I spent quite a few days transferring clothing into them. It was something I’d been needing to do for a long time, so it was a relief to get my collection in a safer environment.
May is the start of rhododendron time in the mountains. This hedge belongs to the neighbors across the street, and is about fifteen feet high. Rhododendron is beautiful, but the early settlers in the mountains called a rhododendron thicket a “hell” because it was so difficult to traverse one.
I spotted these ocean liner deck chairs at a local antique mall. They were priced at $1200 each and the little plate identified them as being from RMS Queen Elizabeth.
And I continued with the Scotty obsession…
My next sewing project is a man’s cabana top for me. I love this top, but somehow can’t imagine many men today who would wear such a garment. Whatever happened to the adventurous male dressers of the 1960s?
Rainbow over Asheville. Rainbows are truly a symbol of hope for me.
A good friend had to have surgery, and I was surprised to find a small display of old dresses being displayed as art on the hospital walls. It was interesting, as there was no indication at all of the significance of the dresses. And as much as I love having historical dress gain exposure, the conditions were less than ideal with both natural and strong artificial light being a factor. And to make it worse, two of the three dresses were misdated.
The Carolina strawberries are in, and I celebrated by actually making a pie. It was good.
I spent a day recently playing tourist in downtown Asheville. We tend toward art of the obvious nature, as shown by this sculpture is in front of the Flatiron Building.
All these photos originally appeared on Instagram, which I will admit is a good idea after all. I’m so sorry I used to bad-mouth it.