Monday, December 16, 2013

Mastery of Design: A Harry Winston Diamond Bracelet, 1960



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The British Museum

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Designed by the famed Harry Winston for his eponymous house, this extravagant bracelet of diamonds and platinum is set with circular, navette and pear-shaped diamonds, held together by unobtrusive architecture. This preference to let the diamonds take focus instead of the metal mountings was typical of Winston's designs.  The tongue-clasp is constructed of white gold. 










Print of the Day: The Ghost of Christmas Present, 1843




The Victoria & Albert Museum


This hand-colo(u)red etching was created for an early edition of Charles Dickens' “A Christmas Carol,” published in 1843, and depicts the scene in which Scrooge's third visitor—The Ghost of Christmas Present—appears.

It was drawn by John Leech (of "Punch Magazine" fame) and published in an edition by Chapman & Hall. The title and artist’s signature are still clearly seen.




Treat of the Week: Making Forty Years Worth It









I know the fortieth birthday is supposed to be a big deal--somehow magical in that one is meant to feel different in some way.  Or, at least, so goes the mythology of sitcoms and greeting cards.  Thus far, only four days into it, I don't feel any different.

However, after Sunday with my parents, I am glad to have had the birthday because my mother and father went out of their way to make a very special Sunday dinner in honor of the occasion.  To begin with, my mother made one of my favorite meals, and, it was followed with...well...you'll see.  



We started the celebration with a savory, rich and thoroughly perfect Beef Bourguignon. I have to tell you, the beef was so tender and perfect that it almost melted on the fork. Joined with fresh asparagus and lovely, long papparadelle, it was a meal that made me glad I’ve lived this long.






And, then…the cake. Oh, the cake. The perfect cake about which I’ve been dreaming for the last twelve months. The quintessential cake to end all cakes. A creation of my mother’s this cake is a bit of heavenly springtime in winter. Layers flecked with strawberries are topped with a layer of wild strawberry filling. The entire beauty is iced with Strawberry-infused Swiss-Meringue buttercream.




Isn't it lovely?  I truly do think about this cake all year.  It's my favorite cake--ever.  



I think I'll go eat a piece now.

The Home Beautiful: A Papier Mache Cake Basket, 1850



Papier Mache Cake Basket
England, 1850
The Victoria & Albert Museum
As I've stated at length before, I love Victorian Papier Mache and always marvel at the wide range of sturdy objects which were created with the medium. I’ve managed to collect several pieces of Papier Mache over the years. These are hard to come by. Many exceptional pieces exist in the world’s museums. Here’s one example from the V&A. 

This is what’s known as a “cake basket,” an item commonly seen at tea-time. I’d wager this was part of a set which includes baskets for bread, stands for teapots and bottles, and sets of crumb trays with brushes.

This particular item was made by Jennens & Bettridge, a decoratice design firm run by Theodore Hyla Jennens and John Bettridge between 1816 and 1864. The company was celebrated for the range of Papier Mache goods which it produced in its factory at 99 Constitution Hill, Birmingham, West Midlands and sold through their high-tone location at 6 Halkin Street West, Belgrave Square, London.



The company manufactured a range of luxurious products: writing slopes, trays, fans, and larger furniture such as chairs, tables and sofas. As you can see, the bottom of this cake basket is stamped with the firm's name along with the museum number. 

This basket, like most Papier Mache items, was made by pasting layers of paper into a mold of a specific shape. The finished object was then oiled and baked at very high temperatures, then varnished and dried in a stove. The mother-of-pearl inlay was added prior to the overall piece being painted and given its gilt adornment. Finally, the entire piece was given a final coat of varnish, followed by further stove drying and polishing.


A Recipe for Punch, Chapter 29





Chapter 29
This Power


After Mr. Punch had left the nursery suite, Gerard made sure that both doors were locked and picked up Dog Toby, sitting down on the floor by the fire next to the rocking chair where Gamilla slowly creaked her anxiety.

"I don't like the idea of His Grace going through that dark passage all by himself with whatever that is out there.  Only...I can't leave you...not with our child in ya, and little Master Colin here."  Gerard shook his head.  "Wish there was some way we could get word to Charles and Georgie.  I thought it queer that Mr. Jackson put our folk on the other side o' the house.  Seemed like a nice gesture at first, but, hit me wrong, it did.  Now, I know he done it to keep His Grace's help away from 'im."

Gamilla nodded.

"Love?  Are you feelin' all right?"

"I knew something wicked was in this house."  Gamilla shook her head.  "I done knew it all along.  Thought it was just the spirit of His Grace's mother.  Part of it is, for sure.  But, there's more."

"You been seein' things again, then, have ya?"  Gerard asked.

"More and more, Gerry."  Gamilla nodded.  "More than ever I have before."

Gerard inhaled.  "I always heard that a woman feels things more when she's with child.  I s'pose, it's the same with...whatever you call your...gift."

"I shoulda acted on it.  I shoulda warned His Grace and His Lordship."  Gamilla sighed.  

"You did, Love.  You said you went and got 'im when he was off in them rooms alone.  You told me you went and got him and asked for him to go back to His Lordship."  Gerard said.

Gamilla nodded.  She closed her eyes.  "He's back with Miss Lennie and Lord Colinshire now."

"You're sure?"  Gerard raised his eyebrows.

"I am."

Gerard scratched Dog Toby's ears.  "Well, that's a relief!  Only, that...whatever it is...she's still roamin' 'bout the house?"

"She is."

"Do ya know what she is?"

"Not sure.  I can't see her clear, honey."  Gamilla shook her head.  "There's like...like a smoke around her.  When I shut my eyes, I can see the Duke, I can see Miss Lennie, I can see Lord Colinshire.  They're talkin', angry-like to Mr. Jackson.  There's like a fog 'round him, too.  And, this...this woman...I can't see her good."

"Is she a woman?"

"Yes."  Gamilla replied.  "But, she's been hurt, hurt bad."

"Is she dangerous?"

"Yes."

"So, she's a part of the evil in the house."  Gerard clenched his fist.

"That, I don't know, honey."  Gamilla shook her head.  "Could well be she's just wild.  Is a...bear evil if it attacks?  Or a lion?  Maybe they just don't know better."

Gerard thought about that.  "Was a time I didn't know better."  He looked up at Colin who was beginning to stir in his crib.  "If only there was some way to tell...to know what we was facin'."

Gamilla was silent.

"What ya thinkin', Love?"

"There may be a way, Gerry."  

"What do ya figure?"

"Well...I ain't...I ain't done it myself.  I ain't even seen it done since I was a girl...since I was in Africa."

"What is it?"

"Don't know if I can even do it..." Gamilla continued.  "But, the way I been feelin' lately."

"Go on, Love."  

"I hate to even..."

"'Milla, if it's somethin' that'll help to keep the masters and us and our friends safe, then, we oughta try it."

"Honey, it's voodoo.  I done left all that behind when I came to this country.  I left all that in New Orleans."

"Darlin', it's part of you."  Gerard shook his head.  "You can't leave it behind no more than I can leave Australia behind.  Think 'bout what you're seein' behind your eyes.  It's in ya, Gamilla, this power.  Ain't no good in denyin' it.  'Specially if it'll do us all good."

"It's a...a fine balance, Gerry.  A little good always coughs up a little bad."

"What 'ave we got without it?"  Gerard shrugged.

"I think we got what we need right in here--most of it, anyway."  Gamilla nodded after awhile.  

"Just tell me what to get, Love."  Gerard stood up.


Did you miss Chapters 1-28 of A Recipe for Punch?  If so, you can read them here.  Come back tomorrow for Chapter 30.  





Antique Image of the Day: A Christmas Card “Of Candy and of Cake,” 1885



The Victoria & Albert Museum


The front of this Christmas card has a gilt border and shows three little girls in aprons doing the laundry : one, in a yellow dress and hat washing at a large tub; another, in a blue dress, hanging an item up to dry; and a third, in a pink dress, sitting on the grass.

Though not particularly Christmas-y, the scene shows children being “good.” Beneath the illustration are the words: "A Joyful Christmas."




On the reverse of the card, a verse in brown, beneath an illustration of a cherub's head, reads:

"I love the little boys and girls, 
They back my mem'ry take 
To happy days of bibs and curls 
Of candy and of cake. 
I sang my Christmas carols then 
As only children may, 
And this is why I'll kiss them, when 
The children sing to-day. 
And wish them all the simple joy 
That filled my bosom when a boy!" 


--F. Ernest Power

The card is signed "For Amy from Grandma Xmas 1885"



Farewell Joan Fontaine




























"I hope I'll die on stage at the age at 105, playing Peter Pan."


Joan Fontaine
1917-2013

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More about Miss Fontaine's life here.