Saturday, March 26, 2011

A VERY WARM WELCOME TO MY NEW FOLLOWERS ... THANK YOU SO MUCH !

Jaana @Printtejä nukkekotiin and Nukkekoti Kirvesmäki - Dollhouse Kirvesmäki Jaana's Dollhouses and Miniatures
Sherry Raines @http://www.wonderhowto.com/
Araceli Reyes ... can't find a link
Catherine @Kilmouski & Me

Surely hope I haven't forgotten anyone, but if I have please know how happy I am that you've joined.


Thursday, March 24, 2011

* I HAVE TO GO RIGHT NOW *

BUT I'LL BE BACK SOON!

Monday, March 21, 2011

I RECEIVED THIS EMAIL FROM MY FRIEND MARY THIS MORNING ... AND I THOUGHT IT IMPORTANT ENOUGH TO SHARE ...

Sendai, Japan ... March 15, 2011

Hello My Lovely… Family and Friends,

First I want to thank you so very much for your concern for me. I am very touched. I also wish to apologize for a generic message to you all. But it seems the best way at the moment to get my message to you. Things here in Sendai have been rather surreal. But I am very blessed to have wonderful friends who are helping me a lot. Since my shack is even more worthy of that name, I am now staying at a friend’s home. We share supplies like water, food and a kerosene heater. We sleep lined up in one room, eat by candle light, share stories. It is warm, friendly, and beautiful.

The famous Matsushima bay near Sendai - one of Japan's most scenic spots. The tsunami most likely will have caused devastation to the villages along the bay, to the islands as well as the oyster farms in the area. Image by David Ooms via flickr.

During the day we help each other clean up the mess in our homes. People sit in their cars, looking at news on their navigation screens, or line up to get drinking water when a source is open. If someone has water running in their home, they put out sign so people can come to fill up their jugs and buckets. Utterly amazingly where I am there has been no looting, no pushing in lines. People leave their front door open, as it is safer when an earthquake strikes. People keep saying, “Oh, this is how it used to be in the old days when everyone helped one another.”

Quakes keep coming. Last night they struck about every 15 minutes. Sirens are constant and helicopters pass overhead often. We got water for a few hours in our homes last night, and now it is for half a day. Electricity came on this afternoon. Gas has not yet come on. But all of this is by area. Some people have these things; others do not. No one has washed for several days. We feel grubby, but there are so much more important concerns than that for us now. I love this peeling away of non-essentials. Living fully on the level of instinct, of intuition, of caring, of what is needed for survival, not just of me, but of the entire group.

There are strange parallel universes happening. Houses a mess in some places, yet then a house with futons or laundry out drying in the sun. People lining up for water and food, and yet a few people out walking their dogs. All happening at the same time. Other unexpected touches of beauty are first, the silence at night. No cars. No one out on the streets. And the heavens at night are scattered with stars. I usually can see about two, but now the whole sky is filled

The mountains are Sendai are solid and with the crisp air we can see them silhouetted against the sky magnificently.

And the Japanese themselves are so wonderful. I come back to my shack to check on it each day, now to send this e-mail since the electricity is on, and I find food and water left in my entranceway. I have no idea from whom, but it is there. Old men in green hats go from door to door checking to see if everyone is OK. People talk to complete strangers asking if they need help. I see no signs of fear. Resignation, yes, but fear or panic, no.

They tell us we can expect aftershocks, and even other major quakes, for another month or more. And we are getting constant tremors, rolls, shaking, rumbling. I am blessed in that I live in a part of Sendai that is a bit elevated, a bit more solid than other parts. So, so far this area is better off than others. Last night my friend’s husband came in from the country, bringing food and water. Blessed again. Somehow at this time I realize from direct experience that there is indeed an enormous Cosmic evolutionary step that is occurring all over the world right at this moment. And somehow as I experience the events happening now in Japan, I can feel my heart opening very wide. My brother asked me if I felt so small because of all that is happening. I don’t. Rather, I feel as part of something happening that much larger than myself. This wave of birthing (worldwide) is hard, and yet magnificent.

Thank you again for your care and Love of me,
With Love in return, to you all,
Anne

WHAT AN INCREDIBLE LESSON FOR ALL OF US ... IN ACCEPTANCE, PERSEVERANCE, SEFLESSNESS, AND COMPASSION FOR THE HUMAN CONDITION.



Sunday, March 20, 2011

NOT ONLY DOES THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING USHER IN THE TENDER BEAUTY OF MY FAVORITE SEASON, IT BROUGHT ME THIS BEAUTIFUL CHILD AS WELL ... HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING GIRL ... YOU'D MAKE ANY MOTHER MORE THAN PROUD TO CALL YOU DAUGHTER!

'Daydream Believer'
ⓒMonica Roberts

Saturday, March 19, 2011


SENDING OUT PRAYERS AND BLESSING TO THOSE DEVESTATED BY THE RECENT EARTHQUAKE AND TSUNAMI, AND SUPPORT FOR BOTH THE JAPANESE & AMERICAN RED CROSS AND DOCTORS WITHOUT BORDERS

Please help in anyway you can ... even the smallest donation carries with it the spirit of care and concern for those in crisis.
WELCOME NEW FOLLOWERS ... MANY THANKS FOR JOINING IN!

Eva @http://evasminiaturehobby.blogspot.com/



Thursday, March 17, 2011

ALRIGHTY NOW ... EVERYONE GO OUT AND GATHER A BIG CLUMP OF CLOVER
AND PIN IT ON YOUR LAPEL ... TODAY'S THE DAY EVERYONE GETS TO BE IRISH!

IRELAND FOUND ... HEART LOST

It would seem the only good way to acquaint oneself with Ireland is through the eyes and words of those who love her most … her people. And yet, it seems as well, that same thought must also include almost any traveller, ex-pat, or short term visitor who's set foot on Irish soil … save possibly those out for power and plunder … because no man or woman I’ve ever met, having had the pleasure of travelling there, appears to have escaped the tender trap of her obivious charms.


My first sight of Ireland came through the window of an inbound jet, where beneath me, billowing from the sea like a great green and gold duvet, stitched 'round by the sea’s white ruffle … lay a dream come to life.


Somewhere, in the theory of 'tribal memory' must lie a smidgen of truth, suggesting that along with our genetic predisposition toward hair colour, eyes, ears, etc. come our inexplicable likes, dislikes, traits, yearnings and gifts as well  ...  an interesting idea to ponder long on no doubt, but as yet unproven. However, my need to see Ireland (and I do not use the word 'need' loosely here as obsession might be more to the point) has been with me since childhood. Perhaps though, instead of through the willy-nilly sparking of genetic synapses', my yearnings for a hearth away from home stem from the tall tales of six wild Irish uncles and three, sometimes equally as wild aunts who embedded, in a fertile young imagination, the longing for a land yet unseen. And, along with the longing a heavy dose for the love of myth and storytelling were passed on as well to   umpteen dozens of 'all ears' (sometimes literally) cousins and me. In the castings of my family's enduring spells grew a world imbued with a love of poetry and prose, music, song and dance, shot through with more than a passing glance toward melancholy, procrastination and the greatest gift of all ... an unquenchable, irreverent sense of humour. So faithfully were these traits passed on, that if I were asked to choose what part of Ireland I found most beautiful I know, without doubt, I'd have to choose her people, including those who grew rooted outside the motherland (seperated by heartache, desperation, adventure and happenstance) ... along with the yet unborn who were imprinted by osmosis to carry forth all that it means to be Irish.


Although I might mention in retrospect, notwithstanding the beauty of the Irish themselves, there is a place I discovered on a my first road trip away from my place in Ballydehob! It will be near impossible to give exact directions, depending upon the direction you’re heading out from, but if you happen to be driving from the south going north (or whichever direction that may be whilst driving on the wrong side of the road in a lather of utter confusion) through Connemara, past Clifden, past Letterfrack, and not too far past Kylemore Abbey, be sure to sweep your eyes wide to the right (either a bit before or after the junction of the R344) and you'll see what I came half way around the world to see … a small, grassy knoll where indolent, unshorn sheep graze amongst rugged rocks and spring lambs shelter by old stonewalls, shadowing in the light of flickering leaves and racing clouds … and where too, the lovely Maumturks grace the distance blue and serene.


The image I’ve posted above this ramble is not the best, but I keep it to remind me that somewhere, just beside the road that leads to Leenane, lies a ‘lost heart’ waiting not so patiently for its owner to come back and retrieve it. 


Oh, and if you’ve never been to the badlands up top where the Coomhola River wends like a silver ribbon through the valley below … do go! Mind now, it’s not a shortcut from Killarney to Ballylickey as one might expect, nor a day-trip for the faint-hearted ... I can vouch for that ... but getting lost up there, if you're feeling especially adventurous, may well be worth every wild skip of a heartbeat and a white knuckle or two. And surely, if you tarry long enough, in the lull between gloamin' and nightfall, you're bound to hear the ghost of a rebel song, left behind by the martyrs who once hid in those hills, still lamenting to this day ... in the wind that sweeps between the rocks and down the deep corries.

Map to Paradise

Wednesday, March 16, 2011


VIEW FROM AN IRISH HEART
All Images ⓒMonica Roberts ... All Rights Reserved



























Tuesday, March 15, 2011

SEVEN NEW FOLLOWERS ... what a great morning wake-up!

Kiva    @ Kiva's Miniatures
Linda   @Une Petite Folie
Malu    @Malu´s Minis
Peiwen @Le Petit Monde d'Oiseau
Susan   @Susan's Mini House
Nuria    @Las minis de Nuri
Susi      @ MiniEden



Sunday, March 13, 2011

1:12 SCALE MINIATURE EDWARDIAN PORCH (veranda) ROCKER

Wicker rocking chair by Carolyn Lockwood
Faux bamboo side table by Bob Van Doren
Electric table fan by The Kummerows

Ah, Cynthia ... one of my favorite girls! Somehow I missed seeing you joined my blog. A world of welcomes to you dear friend.
Cynthia @ http:/cynthiamalbondolls.blogspot.com



LITTLE BREATHS OF SPRINGTIME

No winter lasts forever ... and no spring ever skips its turn!
Hal Borland









Saturday, March 12, 2011


ANOTHER VIEW OF CAROLYN'S BEAUTIFUL BASINETTE

Porcelain doll by Jean Pardina
Hand tatted blanket and bonnet by Esther Hargrove
Baby dress by Monica Roberts

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Hello new followers ... many thanks to everyone coming along for the ride ... which may be a bumpy one, until I get this show on the road!

C.M. @http://casitamini1.blogspot.com/
Kikka @http://leftcoastmini.blogspot.com/
Boze @http://mytinyworldfromhungary.blogspot.com/
Libbie @http://themiddlestsister.blogspot.com/
ILuna 45 ... unable to locate blog
Norma @http://makeminemini.blogspot.com/
Cecilia @http://ceciliacolo.blogspot.com/
Paul @http://www.afanvalleyminiatures.blogspot.com/
Lara @http://larasminiatureworld.blogspot.com/
Jeannette @http://www.miniknitting.com/
Adela @http://berzitas.blogspot.com/
and last, but not least by any means, the follower I should have listed first on this posting, if it weren't for my enduring penchant for doing all things backwards ...
Sharon @http://patty-petit-orphelin.blogspot.com/






1:12 scale miniature wicker chair and settee by Caroline Lockwood
Handpainted china by Hope Elliot, and tatted linens by Esther Hargrove

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Wicker chair and footstool by Carolyn Lockwood ... Liberty fabric cushions
Tatted tea cloth by Esther Hargrove ... China by Hope Elliot

Monday, March 7, 2011

RAIN ... time to take my camera for a country ride!


LET YOUR ONE TRUE MASTERPIECE ... BE THE REST OF YOUR LIFE


And another welcome new follower ... Sharon, thanks for the visit, and the lovely email!

Sunday, March 6, 2011

I'm delighted ... two more new followers! Thanks so much Federica and Tink!

Many thanks and a warm welcome new followers!

What a pleasure to wake up and find I have followers on this rather dubious 'unfinished' blog of mine! Thanks for coming along ... but expect huge blunders, and many faux pas before I'm rightly on the road to happy blogging!

shannonsminiblog.blogspot.com
josje-bouwt.blogspot.com/
parisminiatures.blogspot.com/
Cuisle West, aka Monica Roberts ... accidently following her own blog ... due to an incurable, left-hand genetic glitch, causing only the right side of her brain to work properly.
lecoffredemilie.blogspot.com/
dreamartdolls.wordpress.com/
1717mk.blogspot.com/
lesminiaturesdebeatrice.blogspot.com/
http://meinekleinigkeiten.blogspot.com/
woolytales.blogspot.com/
http://theminiaturegarden.blogspot.com/




Friday, March 4, 2011

1:12 scale miniature wicker bassinet, jointed mohair bear and baby clothing

Wonderful handwoven wicker bassinet by Carolyn Lockwood


Hand tatted carriage robe and baby's matinee jacket by Esther Hargrove,
and the most perfect, jointed mohair bear by Linda Stier

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

1:12 scale miniature display clothing

What Does it Take to Teach an Old Dog New Tricks!

What a complete numbskull I am ... not only did I go into some mysterious and arcane 'blog.spot suggestion box' trying to find out how to add the links to my favorite blogs (to no avail), I have now added myself as a follower of my own blog ... and in the meantime have also changed the style of my blog to one with absolutely no style at all. If you all don't get tired of my whining and whimpering before I get everything straighted out, I'll be a mighty happy camper! And, if you've come looking for photos of a few of my miniatures you've come to the right spot, but they're mixed up in the mishmash blogging of someone who entirely knows not what they're up to ... yet! So, just scroll on down a wee bit ... and there they be.