Now, of course, that is what a lot of children will be doing at this time of year.. except in HER case.. well.. it is a bit different.. for Hugo died in 1981 and Constance died in 2002. But this is what happened last week.
SHE was in that very happy place between being asleep and awake when HER nose started to twitch, for SHE was beginning to smell a smell.. the very familar smell of HER father's cologne.
The name has long been forgotten but it is as if YOU mixed up a lime and a bay leaf.. WE think it is made by Trumper's of Jermyn Street.
Anyway there is was, wafting about as if Hugo had just sprayed it into the air. SHE got up thinking that perhaps SHE was imagining it but no.. the smell went with HER into the yumYum HQ when SHE went to turn on the kettle for OUR early morning mug of LapySang tea.
Having made the tea, SHE came back into the bedroom, opened MY cage and I shot out. Then SHE got back into bed.. and said in a clear voice.. "hello.. what's up.. what is going on?" And as clearly as a bell.. SHE heard HER father's voice say "time to go treasure hunting ....., get dressed, places to go, things to find, come on, chop chop".
Now I know YOU are all rolling YOUR eyes and thinking the old dear has lost the plot but SHE has been out & about when they have directed HER to a certain place in order to see something or find simply wonderful and it was Hugo, a couple of years ago, who directed HER into a funny little shop where SHE found a Lalaounis Sterling Silver collar for £25.00!
Go on line and do a search if YOU are not familiar with this wonderful firm of Grecian Gold and Silver Smiths.
Anyway, off SHE went, not knowing really where SHE was going but being gently nudged along, down the street, up to Sloane Street, onto a number 19 bus, which trundled through Piccadilly, up Shaftesbury Avenue and up to and along Theobalds Road and into the area called Clerkenwell.
Off the bus and now by foot into an area SHE used to know quite well when SHE worked for Studio owner all those years ago, a right turn brought HER into Leather Lane. Which is full of market stalls selling cheap clothes and shoes, lots of fruit
and all the christmas decorations, holly, mistletoe, cyclamens, poinsettias.
SHE pottered along.. and then SHE knew why SHE was here.. for there, sitting quietly on a stall surrounded by a lot of very tatty rubbish, were two beautiful porcelain plates and a china casserole dish.
The plates stand on a central plinth about three inches high and are for cakes or tarts, they are white with a gently scalloped edge and a hand gilded trim.
In the centre of one of the plates, is a sprig of Honeysuckle, the other has a flower SHE does not know, so imagine a Cowslip but blue. They date from the 19th century and they are quite exquisite.
The casserole brought a smile to HER face, for the pattern SHE knew very well, there was absolutely no need for HER to turn it upside down.
SHE lifted the top to check the condition and then asked the stall holder what he wanted for the three items.
YOU would be foolish not to try and bargain in a junk or antique shop but YOU certainly do not try and beat down an elderly man who is standing in the cold in thin shoes and who, probably, won't sell very many of his stock that day.
So SHE paid his asking price, he wrapped them carefully in paper and a bit of bubble wrap and SHE left him with a smile and him saying to HER "Thank you and happy Christmas to you miss".
'Treasure' is to be found absolutely everywhere Dear Reader, for the beautiful casserole, which is in immaculate condition, bears the very famous stamp mark of Porcelaine de Paris - France and it was sold, the first time, by that very well known
shop in New Bond Street.. Aspreys.
And the reason why SHE knew what would be stamped underneath the casserole? Well, many years ago SHE brought Constance the very same casserole - size # 3 - from the very same shop.
Coincidence.. ah well.. YOU might well be right Dear Reader.. but a very happy one.
GeeGee Parrot.
December 16th, 2013.
SHE was in that very happy place between being asleep and awake when HER nose started to twitch, for SHE was beginning to smell a smell.. the very familar smell of HER father's cologne.
The name has long been forgotten but it is as if YOU mixed up a lime and a bay leaf.. WE think it is made by Trumper's of Jermyn Street.
Anyway there is was, wafting about as if Hugo had just sprayed it into the air. SHE got up thinking that perhaps SHE was imagining it but no.. the smell went with HER into the yumYum HQ when SHE went to turn on the kettle for OUR early morning mug of LapySang tea.
Having made the tea, SHE came back into the bedroom, opened MY cage and I shot out. Then SHE got back into bed.. and said in a clear voice.. "hello.. what's up.. what is going on?" And as clearly as a bell.. SHE heard HER father's voice say "time to go treasure hunting ....., get dressed, places to go, things to find, come on, chop chop".
Now I know YOU are all rolling YOUR eyes and thinking the old dear has lost the plot but SHE has been out & about when they have directed HER to a certain place in order to see something or find simply wonderful and it was Hugo, a couple of years ago, who directed HER into a funny little shop where SHE found a Lalaounis Sterling Silver collar for £25.00!
Go on line and do a search if YOU are not familiar with this wonderful firm of Grecian Gold and Silver Smiths.
Anyway, off SHE went, not knowing really where SHE was going but being gently nudged along, down the street, up to Sloane Street, onto a number 19 bus, which trundled through Piccadilly, up Shaftesbury Avenue and up to and along Theobalds Road and into the area called Clerkenwell.
Off the bus and now by foot into an area SHE used to know quite well when SHE worked for Studio owner all those years ago, a right turn brought HER into Leather Lane. Which is full of market stalls selling cheap clothes and shoes, lots of fruit
and all the christmas decorations, holly, mistletoe, cyclamens, poinsettias.
SHE pottered along.. and then SHE knew why SHE was here.. for there, sitting quietly on a stall surrounded by a lot of very tatty rubbish, were two beautiful porcelain plates and a china casserole dish.
The plates stand on a central plinth about three inches high and are for cakes or tarts, they are white with a gently scalloped edge and a hand gilded trim.
In the centre of one of the plates, is a sprig of Honeysuckle, the other has a flower SHE does not know, so imagine a Cowslip but blue. They date from the 19th century and they are quite exquisite.
The casserole brought a smile to HER face, for the pattern SHE knew very well, there was absolutely no need for HER to turn it upside down.
SHE lifted the top to check the condition and then asked the stall holder what he wanted for the three items.
YOU would be foolish not to try and bargain in a junk or antique shop but YOU certainly do not try and beat down an elderly man who is standing in the cold in thin shoes and who, probably, won't sell very many of his stock that day.
So SHE paid his asking price, he wrapped them carefully in paper and a bit of bubble wrap and SHE left him with a smile and him saying to HER "Thank you and happy Christmas to you miss".
'Treasure' is to be found absolutely everywhere Dear Reader, for the beautiful casserole, which is in immaculate condition, bears the very famous stamp mark of Porcelaine de Paris - France and it was sold, the first time, by that very well known
shop in New Bond Street.. Aspreys.
And the reason why SHE knew what would be stamped underneath the casserole? Well, many years ago SHE brought Constance the very same casserole - size # 3 - from the very same shop.
Coincidence.. ah well.. YOU might well be right Dear Reader.. but a very happy one.
GeeGee Parrot.
December 16th, 2013.
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