I don’t mind a rainy day.
Rain gives me an excuse to stay indoors, curl up on the sofa with a fuzzy, plush blanket, maybe a cuppa hot chocolate while watching old Mid-Century black and white TV sitcoms. I’m talkin’ Dennis the Menace, Hazel, Leave it to Beaver, and Father Knows Best. Late at night my favorite is the old Jack Benny Program. Because when I hear the pitter-patter of tiny raindrops on my roof top, I know this is a sign from God that it is my duty to be lazy.
The cold finally settled in here on the north-east coast. With the rain came the cold chill of autumn air, and the heater was turned on. The cold on the back of my neck while working on my art dolls encouraged the hunt for my ‘house scarf’, a wool/cotton short scarf just perfect for wrapping around your neck on these über cold nights.
A late summer harvest of autumny butternut squash in my much-ignored garden is another sign that its nesting time around here. I baked some up, added butter, salt and pepper, then surrendered to the pending cabin fever that winter around here promises. I don’t mind. There’s plenty to do. That’s one of the few perks of being a stay-at-home artist.
It was raining on Sunday when I woke and decided it was just the right mood and atmosphere for a visit to my favorite antique shop. I was in search of antique and vintage laces, trims and fabrics for making dolls clothes. I was not disappointed.
The search was on for moth-eaten remnants of Victorian Mourning clothes, such as these capes and gown, above. They didn’t have any spare parts available, but I asked that the dealers find me some. I wouldn’t want to deconstruct beautiful – and expensive! – dresses like these for doll clothes. The gown in the middle was $150.00, and the cape on the right was $120.00. But, they aren’t making these any more, so it is righteous pricing!
As I was leaving with a bag full of vintage laces and trims, about to step into my car, I was stricken by this horrible sight:
- it appeared to be a cemetery for old caskets. Drawing closer, I noticed they were all composed of thick cement… But…why?
At first, I imagined there were dead people inside them. But upon reflection, I had to wonder… could these be casket molds? They were oddly arranged in this weedy lot, and spray painted gaudy golds, silver, copper and plain old black.
Well, between the mourning dresses and capes, the rain and the caskets, I felt sufficiently conditioned for some Halloween creating. So over the past couple days, I got to work on my latest little art doll, another creepy-cute little Ghost Bride. Here she is, without her white hair yet, or the gorgeous white silk wedding dress I am sewing for her.
Isn’t she just hauntingly delicious? I’ve been up all night (too many rain-naps on the sofa yesterday) and I can’t wait to wake up and finish her. Hence, my happy – though gloomy – day
How has everyone been? I just discovered how to read blogs again. By going into my email, which is used exclusively for this blogging account – everyone’s posts are right there, just waiting for me! So I will be visiting some of you soon.
Until then -
*NOTE: A LITTLE ONLINE RESEARCH SHED SOME LIGHT ON THOSE CEMENT CASKETS – they turn out to be Burial Vaults. Most cemeterys require something like this around coffins because it helps with ground settling, and keeps the earth level for the heavy machinery that passes over. Mystery solved!