Now, Dear Readers, is that not a curious title for a post? Read on and you'll see why she bets on things and why it makes her (and me) laugh!
Recently she did something very foolish indeed, which I will not go into further except to say it was a big mistake on her behalf. But we all do very stupid things sometimes.
However, God truly does work in very mysterious ways and on one of her many jaunts this week, she found another abandoned chair, a very pretty little French chair.
"Hello" she thought " now what are the odds on that" for this little chair was on the same street as the last one but on the other side!
She stood there looking at it not quite believing her eyes, then turned and asked one of the Gas men, who were working repairing a pipe, if it had been there all day.
"No" said an engineer "ten minutes ago a man brought it up and dumped it because the market rubbish men are due any minute, they'll take it".
Shock.. Horror.. Rubbish.. Ground up.. Gulp.
Time to rescue 'another' chair, she thought and with that, she up-ended it into Wicker Wheelie, said "thanks" to the engineer and left.
Oh boy, thanks goodness for WW, for the chair is, although dainty, extremely heavy, so she and WW slowly trundled home up the Fulham Road.
The chair, upon very close examination for wood worm etc, is in absolutely amazing condition!
The material cover is gruesome but she has just found the bolt of raw silk that she was given by Cecilia, a silk agent friend, years ago as a present to cover another chair and never used, so hey presto hei-lei-cheese, she has the silk and a magnificent new bedroom chair!
So she sent a text to the friend to whom she gave a chair three weeks ago to ask the name and address of the restorer / upholsterer who they used to restore and recover it.
Now, she could take it to the lovely Barry Ansell but that means getting it over to the other side of London, Notting Hill is a great deal closer!
She was very pleased to receive a call yesterday morning from the friend giving her all the contact details of the firm they used to upholster the chair.
She then went up to meet Debbie, goaty mum, at the Farmer's Market in Marylebone, it is situated on the parking lot, directly behind Waitrose if you are live in this neck of the woods but are unaware of its' existence..
She unpacked old Wicker and Debbie's eyes lit up and she pounced upon a bottle, Gin or something else alcoholic?
No, Dear Readers, this was MUCH nicer than 'Mothers' Ruin', Gin's old nickname, it was a bottle of home made ginger syrup with crushed fresh mint leaves in home made soda water. It is very thirst quenching and she had taken a smaller bottle of soda water with ginger as a top up.
Also in old Wicker was a small green 'bomb', in reality a small round courgette and a box of the first blackberries from the allotment.
And the last thing? It was something of Bill's, his English raincoat, a long green Timberland. She had packed and shipped everything else back to his nephews but by hiding in broad daylight in the hall, the raincoat had been missed.
Yes, she could have donated it to the shop as it is in good condition but, although she doesn't mind seeing other women try on and buy her clothes, she did not want to see strangers doing that to this coat, so she gave it to Debbie.
Who will wear it and now she knows it will be loved, after all, it was very loved by Bill to whom she gave it to all those years ago.
And this morning she woke up and her first thought was.. "oh, of course, Tim and Susie Keen of Bampton Design, drat and double drat and blast, why did I not think of them before?"
They were the company that she used to work with when she worked at The Savoy Hotel, they do wonderful upholstery work and are 'trade'.
I know, I know, Dear Readers, you are very curious about the title of this post, are you not?
Well you see, this little French chair is not the second chair to be rescued, oh no, indeed not. In fact when she was mentally kicking herself for giving away the French armchair a few weeks ago, she went and flopped down in a sulk.
Yes, Dear Readers, a big sulk because there is nothing worse than when you know you have done something really dumb..
Back to flopping down, she flopped down in a pretty little chair in the sitting room. After a few minutes of sulking, such an unattractive state of mind, she started to laugh.
Why? Well, the chair in which she was sitting is covered in a glorious fabric, the colour is known in 'the trade' as Imperial Yellow and the fabric and the deep 'bullion fringe are made of silk, silk at its' very best.
But this little chair and the silks also have a story behind them, for this little chair was the first chair she rescued, in 1998 and the story behind that rescue is very funny! But, it is a story for another Tale.
Yes folks, there are lots more Tales to be told and all you have to do is come here at regular intervals to be amused or informed by yours truly, for I'm GeeGee, an African Grey, probably the only Blog writing, Parrot.
I had better go and see what is a'going on and so, until later, Dear Readers.. PipPip.
GeeGeeParrot.
July 28th, 2014.
Post Script: Imperial Yellow refers to a particular yellow that was used as a colour during the Ming Dynasty on Chinese porcelain.. it sings!
Recently she did something very foolish indeed, which I will not go into further except to say it was a big mistake on her behalf. But we all do very stupid things sometimes.
However, God truly does work in very mysterious ways and on one of her many jaunts this week, she found another abandoned chair, a very pretty little French chair.
"Hello" she thought " now what are the odds on that" for this little chair was on the same street as the last one but on the other side!
She stood there looking at it not quite believing her eyes, then turned and asked one of the Gas men, who were working repairing a pipe, if it had been there all day.
"No" said an engineer "ten minutes ago a man brought it up and dumped it because the market rubbish men are due any minute, they'll take it".
Shock.. Horror.. Rubbish.. Ground up.. Gulp.
Time to rescue 'another' chair, she thought and with that, she up-ended it into Wicker Wheelie, said "thanks" to the engineer and left.
Oh boy, thanks goodness for WW, for the chair is, although dainty, extremely heavy, so she and WW slowly trundled home up the Fulham Road.
The chair, upon very close examination for wood worm etc, is in absolutely amazing condition!
The material cover is gruesome but she has just found the bolt of raw silk that she was given by Cecilia, a silk agent friend, years ago as a present to cover another chair and never used, so hey presto hei-lei-cheese, she has the silk and a magnificent new bedroom chair!
So she sent a text to the friend to whom she gave a chair three weeks ago to ask the name and address of the restorer / upholsterer who they used to restore and recover it.
Now, she could take it to the lovely Barry Ansell but that means getting it over to the other side of London, Notting Hill is a great deal closer!
She was very pleased to receive a call yesterday morning from the friend giving her all the contact details of the firm they used to upholster the chair.
She then went up to meet Debbie, goaty mum, at the Farmer's Market in Marylebone, it is situated on the parking lot, directly behind Waitrose if you are live in this neck of the woods but are unaware of its' existence..
She unpacked old Wicker and Debbie's eyes lit up and she pounced upon a bottle, Gin or something else alcoholic?
No, Dear Readers, this was MUCH nicer than 'Mothers' Ruin', Gin's old nickname, it was a bottle of home made ginger syrup with crushed fresh mint leaves in home made soda water. It is very thirst quenching and she had taken a smaller bottle of soda water with ginger as a top up.
Also in old Wicker was a small green 'bomb', in reality a small round courgette and a box of the first blackberries from the allotment.
And the last thing? It was something of Bill's, his English raincoat, a long green Timberland. She had packed and shipped everything else back to his nephews but by hiding in broad daylight in the hall, the raincoat had been missed.
Yes, she could have donated it to the shop as it is in good condition but, although she doesn't mind seeing other women try on and buy her clothes, she did not want to see strangers doing that to this coat, so she gave it to Debbie.
Who will wear it and now she knows it will be loved, after all, it was very loved by Bill to whom she gave it to all those years ago.
And this morning she woke up and her first thought was.. "oh, of course, Tim and Susie Keen of Bampton Design, drat and double drat and blast, why did I not think of them before?"
They were the company that she used to work with when she worked at The Savoy Hotel, they do wonderful upholstery work and are 'trade'.
I know, I know, Dear Readers, you are very curious about the title of this post, are you not?
Well you see, this little French chair is not the second chair to be rescued, oh no, indeed not. In fact when she was mentally kicking herself for giving away the French armchair a few weeks ago, she went and flopped down in a sulk.
Yes, Dear Readers, a big sulk because there is nothing worse than when you know you have done something really dumb..
Back to flopping down, she flopped down in a pretty little chair in the sitting room. After a few minutes of sulking, such an unattractive state of mind, she started to laugh.
Why? Well, the chair in which she was sitting is covered in a glorious fabric, the colour is known in 'the trade' as Imperial Yellow and the fabric and the deep 'bullion fringe are made of silk, silk at its' very best.
But this little chair and the silks also have a story behind them, for this little chair was the first chair she rescued, in 1998 and the story behind that rescue is very funny! But, it is a story for another Tale.
Yes folks, there are lots more Tales to be told and all you have to do is come here at regular intervals to be amused or informed by yours truly, for I'm GeeGee, an African Grey, probably the only Blog writing, Parrot.
I had better go and see what is a'going on and so, until later, Dear Readers.. PipPip.
GeeGeeParrot.
July 28th, 2014.
Post Script: Imperial Yellow refers to a particular yellow that was used as a colour during the Ming Dynasty on Chinese porcelain.. it sings!
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