Didn't mean to but I've been away for a week or so. I've just been busy. Visited one of my fave stores in Riverside last week, Mrs. Darling. I'll be back later today to share some photos of this wonderful store. Until then, I hope that you will enjoy this beautiful photo that I recently discovered. Be sure to visit the link for this site to view additional fascinating images.Oh yes! I'm also finally getting around to trying to sort out all my links a bit. So if they look screwy or you see the same link several times, it's just me attempting to get organized!
About a month ago one fine afternoon, my husband called home and said "Hurry, meet me outside. I'm coming to pick you up." I admit to being irritated and I tad grumpy. I was right in the middle of something natch. Most likely I mumbled something about a crazy man.
I met him outside as he had hurriedly demanded. He drove us about a half mile towards downtown and pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant that we had driven by about a gabillion times. As we pulled in I saw before me what I thought he had been all bent outta shape about. There before me stood a massive man shaped structure created out of bottles and bits. As Oprah would say, it was an "ah hah" moment. Now I got it.
Meanwhile my hubby couldn't get out of the car fast enough. "You haven't seen anything yet!" He was right.
I glanced down towards me feet.
I saw bikes and butterflies.
I spun in one direction and saw her.
At first she freaked me out but ever so quickly she didn't. She reminded me of something religious. Not quite sure what but the plant behind her head looked like rays of light radiating from her head.
Then there was him.
And a magic grotto.
With water pouring across the pathway that I found delightful to have to step over.
The Incredible Hulk and the Jolly Green Giant stood guard from above.
A pretty way to say Watch your step.
I'll also speak for my husband when I say that we felt like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.
Everywhere you turned, there was something to ensure that you were wide eyed awake.
There was a chapel with a beautiful mosaic out front before you entered.
That's the roof of the chapel on the right. That's the roof of the teepee on the left. More about that later.
Bottles on the outside of the chapel.
I found the entire place to be both amazing and perplexing. At once beautiful and bizarre. I know that it's not everyone's cup of tea. Supposedly this is all the incredible vision of the the restaurant owner. I think it wonderful that this came into being out of the imagination of one man.
Even after visiting this place several times, I find myself thinking that I can't do something because I need to buy this first. Or I can't make that because I need something else first. And then I remember Tios' Tacos and all about letting go and trying to instead make do with what I already have on hand.
About to enter the chapel.
Close up of a chapel wall.
A vintage sacred heart Jesus I found propped against the wall. Psst. Get Jesus up of the ground.
Brightly colored pews.
A view from inside the chapel.
Close up of an outside wall.
I have tons more pix but not the time to load them all just now. I'll post more of them soon. My husband was right, this is just the tip of the iceberg!
Tio's Tacos is located at 3948 Mission Inn Ave, Riverside CA. Their phone number is 951-788-0230.
Had a great time staffing the shop at Heritage House last Sat. One of the other docents had me in stitches most of the time and before you knew it, it was time to head on home.
At the end of our shift, clouds had gathered overhead and the sky had grown dark and foreboding. We gathered our things to walk out together. I took one last look behind me and couldn't help but thinking how nice and cozy it appeared. Golden lights were glowing here and there. Cool. It must have looked just like this on a dark and stormy night 100 years ago.
It wasn't scary in the least. It's not uncommon to be asked about ghosts when folks learn that you like to happily squander your precious time in a house that is mega old. No, not scary at all. More like it feels "right". As if my soul is somehow already familiar with my surroundings.
My hubby surprised me with a chocolate pie upon my arrival home. He sure knows how to make a girl smile. On the downside, he had the nerve to tell me to make the pie last. What?!? What the hey does that mean? Today is Monday and the pie is already long gone. He is partly to blame. As if he and a chocolate pie could ever be kept apart.
I took these photos while he fiddled in the kitchen with the pie. I was too lazy to change my clothes and much too eager for chocolate. Instead I found myself in front of the computer with my camera on and I started to play. I began with taking shots using my Canon, of my computer screen that showed me taking shots of my computer screen. Quick. Who's on first. Just kidding.
These were taken with my Photo Booth camera.
I am most pleased with the first one. If I may be so bold, It came out very Cameron'esque entirely by (not Diaz) accident. Honestly, I have no idea who to manipulate this Photoshop thingy properly. Here you see a few of my feeble attempts.
I've started a group page on Facebook for Heritage House in case you desire to keep up with the goings on there. Click HERE to join us. I will add dates as they come available for special events, photos, articles (proud to say that we were in Victorian Homes magazine 6 times in 2009!) and various tidbits pertaining to the era of this beautiful museum. I have links to 2 of the magazine articles posted under recent news beneath the Info link. I'll try and post the others soon.
I forgot where in the big wide world I found this little lady and the old velvet pouch that she stands upon. Cute isn't she? And dirty. I never bothered to give her a proper bathing. Talk about a stiff upper lip. She's looking kind of like she needs a neck message. Wait, maybe that's me. Oh well. I have yet to hear her complain. She can remain dirty.
More importantly, welcome and Happy Pink Saturday! Thanks a whole bunch to Beverly at How Sweet the Sound for keeping this wonderful Pink Saturday tradition going strong. Click on her name to see a list of links to all the other participants this week. A special thank you again to Nan from Retired in Alaska for letting me know about Pink Saturday in the first place. I'm shamed to admit I was oblivious until recently.
I do remember full well where I found this pink strip of tasseled fabric. It's another one of the few items that I picked up on my one and only visit to Beijing. I have two of them and I have no idea what their original use might have been. It was love at first sight and before you knew it, they were tucked away in my suitcase and flown across the sea with me.
You'd be amazed at what a flight attendant can drag onto a plane before you board, oh my. She knows where all the nooks and crannies are and the last place to shove things like a antique beveled mirror. I digress.
The lining in the velvet pouch has begun to shred. Oh! I just remembered where I found it! It was at an antique mall in Memphis. Duh. I must be losing it because I was drawing a total and complete blank there for awhile. Memphis, Memphis, Memphis. Oh did I find some good things while in Memphis. I think my good friend Carrie Bear who lived there at the time thought I was goofy. I know she did.
You'd be surprised at what a flight attendant can stash at the home of another flight attendant. I digress...
Funny how one person sees an old and shredding pouch and I saw a pretty perfectly faded souvenir from Victorian times. Happy to hold in my hands and wonder who made it. Why did they make it.
Being the naughty sort of girl that I am, I did not link or share a newly discovered blog on my previous Pink Saturday posts as I was supposed to. I just finished getting majorly (delightfully I might add) sidetracked by visiting the blogs previous participants. When I landed on the blog belonging to Tristan of Enchanted Revelry I just had to share. If you want plenty to pique your interest and a good laugh, then please pay him a visit before you get off the computer and return to the real world.
Terra Firma by Delerium. First things first. You need to click on the video above and then close your eyes. Just go with the flow and then take a moment if you will please and let me know what you saw and what you felt.
Tonight I dared to listen to a few tunes that I had shied away from since my dog baby Casper passed away. I'd swear that he loved some of my music as much as I did, anything by the Ink Spots of course and Terra Firma by Delirium. This song in particular has the power to take hold of me and carry me off.
"Some songs have power to quiet:
The restless pulse of care
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer."
This song never fails. I'd listen to it over and over so many times while alone in my craft room that I went through batteries like you wouldn't believe. I finally wised up and purchased rechargeable batteries. Ipod? Not yet.
I am pleased to go back to where I once loved to go. If I start the song over....I am suddenly reminded of all the places in the wide world that I have never been. I'm soaring high over the Amazon or the Yucatan (been there!) immersed in sunlight intensely clear and bright. Next I'm back in Italy with little sis and the Virgin Mary peering benevolently at us from unexpected Roman street corners.
Of course I also see darkly robed priests here and there but they never see me.
Occasionally I would listen to this tune while following the the dolphins along the shore from Redondo Beach to Torrance. I can imagine them in my head, as they swooped in and out of the waves body surfing. They watched from the waves, one eye facing me. I smiled back at them and wondered what could possibly be going through their dolphin minds.
The music then changes and I see a beautiful young woman dressed like Marie Antoinette. From behind, I try to keep up as she races through a dense forest.
One of my all time favorite poems comes to mind Patterns by Amy Lowell:
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down the patterned garden-paths In my stiff, brocaded gown. With my powdered hair and jewelled fan, I too am a rare Pattern. As I wander down The garden paths.
Remember though, in my minds eye she is running.
My dress is richly figured,
And the train Makes a pink and silver stain On the gravel, and the thrift Of the borders. Just a plate of current fashion, Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes. Not a softness anywhere about me, Only whalebone and brocade. And I sink on a seat in the shade Of a lime tree. For my passion Wars against the stiff brocade. The daffodils and squills Flutter in the breeze As they please. And I weep;
I have posted sections from these poems on my blog before. Alas, it can't be helped. I love them both.
Last but not least is the Marco Polo by Loreena Mckennitt. This was also on my playlist as I walked along the beach. The dolphins the dolphins the dolphins. It always comes around full circle to the dolphins. I'd swear that they were swimming to the beat of the drums. Of course this was impossible but something tells me that they would love this song if they could hear it.