Behold the bunnies of Lenox:
Behold the mutant ninja turtle of Easter eggs:
The two eggs with the darkest backgrounds were a wedding present from my uncle the priest. He gave us three actually but don’t get me started. The other four are modern creations done by my BFF by marriage. That is to say the person who married my BFF.
It’s hard to pick a favorite. But here’s something you should know about the beige and white egg: the shell was dyed and then shallowly cut away exposing the undyed surface and resulting in this design. Pretty cool.
The display plate is Stangl’s Golden Blossom and that abstract design is a flowering perennial plant known as lupine which grows in NJ. I’m thinking of selling of most of my Stangl to finance my vintage china habit but every time I look at even a single piece, I now I’ll never be able to do it.
In other Easter news, there’s a butter lamb a’comin’.
You know, , it’s happened before that I would blog about something and then within two or three days, a big name blog would be posting abut the same ting in almost the same words. It happens on Twitter a little bit I think because I don’t have very many followers but still it happens. Twitter is different from blogging though because the rapid timelines make it easier to copy something, imply its your own and then it gets buried in the crush of a million other tweets.
But this. This is big. Remember this?
Now look at this. I think Mad Men bought my old luggage.
This is a scene from the Episode 1 Season 7 that broadcast on Sunday. I admit I didn’t catch this as I was watching but it sure did jump out at me when I read the Mad Style recap at Tom &Lorenzo. I taped this show because they’re always so dreamlike that I need at least two viewings to make sense out of it, so I am going to watch again and if I see anyone walking around in that airport carrying a little gold train case, well …
I am more pleased than spooked about this. As much as I like California Pete with his floppy hair and his tennis sweater swagger, as soon as I saw him I knew that meant I’d never see him in the same room as Stangl Amber Glo again. And now, Airway Harvest Gold luggage. Very gratifying.
My foray into the wilds Jackson NJ to find the Corningware Outlet Store so I could buy a reasonably priced oval casserole dish was most successful. While I was there, I was on a mission from a friend to reconnoiter square white dinnerware. I found plenty, including this fascinating thing:
This picture does not show the beauty of the semi-matte pearlized tree silhouette of the patterns so I tired to google something up for a better view and found that the internet does not have a single thing about this particular pattern. If I knew that before I went there, I would have taken more and better photos.
The pattern was very subtle and could only be seen from certain angles. The base was the typical shiny white Corelle finish but the tree was a pearl finish in a slightly different shade of white. Although I wouldn’t call the design “raised”, you could feel a textural difference. The bowls and cups had part of the design on the inside and part on the outside.
The design on the above photo might look a little like sea coral but there were trunks as well as branches. I darkened this photo and added another shot so you could see it better.
It is not a winter pattern or holiday pattern – I’d call it more of a nature study or stylized representation. Really very lovely. No boxed sets were available – it was al open stock. Considering that the official Corelle sites don’t have any trace of these, I’m thinking they might have been some failed regional or seasonal experiment and now they are being dumped into the Outlets to get rid of them instead of adding them to the standing product lists.
I’m posting this here as a public service for other dinnerware fanatics, outlet shoppers and Corelle fans so at least there will be internet record somewhere for these dishes.
Don’t get me wrong – it’s not like I don’t have anything to do. It’s that I don’t have anything better to do than moon over dishes on the internet. Inside, I could be sorting through the piles of clothing that I don’t wear anymore and bagging up various garments for removal from the premises. Outside, I could be pulling weeds or planting the last patch next to the driveway. But instead, I’m trolling the internet for china tea sets. Or parts thereof.
Q: But Suzette – don’t you already have a china tea set? And more dishes in general than you can ever possibly use?
A: What’s your point?
Here’s the thing: I find it soothing to look for things that I might possibly gift to (some unidentified) somebody at (no particular) sometime in the (vaguely defined) future. Unfortunately, in real life I am surrounded by vulgarians who do not wish to clutter themselves up with unnecessary household goods. I don’t understand it but there it is. And so I have to just content myself with the cyber version of window shopping.
But look what I found. Swoon! And I wasn’t even going to mention this because I still harbor the smallest glimmer of a notion that I might find someone to gift this upon. But what the heck here it is.
Someone has so skillfully put together three different complimentary patterns from three different manufacturers that you have to look hard at them to realize it. This is just the kind of thing that kills me, especially since tea pots and sugar/creamers are still plentifully available to make this a full set. And can you imagine all this beauty for only $35.00? In the world of pieced-together china, sets this is unheard of.
So there it is, cyber buddies. Take it away. Pale pink roses, grey leaves and stems, platinum trim. * le sigh*
Okay. I confess. My Never Rests Neighbor, as opposed to my Volatile And Angry Neighbor on the other side, has been out there for hours doing things – big things – to maintain and improve his property. Which happens every day. But today I’m trying to focus on being lazy and he is right under my office window pushing his power mower around at breakneck speed. It made me so nervous that I had to step away from the keyboard and throw a couple of stained shirts and an old slip into a black garbage bag. If he keeps it up out there, I might have to put away the winter nightgowns.