Dainty by Shelley

Up in Staffordshire, England at the Foley’s it was a place where they first made the Dainty. It is a teacup pattern by Shelley. One of the most beautiful and amazing pieces of pottery I have ever seen.

This is just one pattern incredible beauty was earlier known as Wileman & Co; a name they had been originally known as. Then they became the Foley Potteries originally before they were acquired by Shelley.

The first Shelley to join the company was Joseph Ball Shelley in 1862 and in 1896 his son Percy Shelley became the sole proprietor.

In the late Victorian period the Art Nouveau, The Foley potteries began making this style of pottery. Many other potteries were to make this design. It was so extremely popular, that Foley had to Patten the name Shelley.

Others potters follow this design like Paragon, Queen Anne, Melba and Aynsley. But Shelley is probably best known for this very fine bone china “Art Deco” ware of the inter-war years and post-war fashionable tea ware.

Rowland Morris was a ceramic designer who actually created the Dainty cup shape for Percy Shelley.

This shape became the popular, especially in the USA after the 2nd World War, remaining in the Shelley family continuing in production until the takeover in 1966 by Allied English Potteries.

Over the years Shelley Pottery has been the icon of English Fine Bone China even though the Dainty has not been made since the 1960’s.

Its china and earthenware products were many and varied with the major output of tea ware.

The Shelley pieces remains to be quite a collectible as well as sought after with those who want to take their tea with refined discerning Victorian decadence.

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Satsuma Plate

Japanese Satsuma Pottery in Gosu blue Satsuma: produced in limited quantity in Kyoto in the mid-nineteenth century; pieces with over- or under-glaze containing minerals such as cobalt or asbolite. Very collectible.

This process gives the hue and a more vivid quality to these delicate beautiful hand painted images.

Delft Blue Retro

If you love blue and white…then you are going to like this sugar dispenser.

Vintage Antique Delfts Blauw Sugar Shaker and Dispenser Metal Pour Spout Blue Delfts. Made in Holland.

This is a vintage sugar dispenser with metal top pour spout. It is marked delft blauw hand painted.

In good working condition. Wonderfully retro and fun way to add sugar to your tea or coffee.

What a treasure!

https://www.ebay.co.uk/i/263245777840

Fragile

How beautifully fragile

We all are

And how something

So tragic can happen

That it alters us

In a single moment

Changing us

Who we are

Forever.

Prayers for Las Vegas

Saruman, the Last Waltz….from The Lord of the Rings

Saruman AKA Christopher Lee.

Saruman AKA Christopher Lee.

Sir Christopher Frank Carandini Lee, English actor, singer and author. Lee initially portrayed villains such as Saruman in The Lord of the Rings passes after 70 years in the film industry. His macabre will be missed. Born: May 27, 1922 in London, passed on Sunday Jun 07, 2015.

Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women
There’s a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows
There’s a tree where the doves go to die
There’s a piece that was torn from the morning,
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lilly,
In some hallway where love’s never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating,
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

There’s a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There’s a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They’ve been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?

Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz, it’s been dying for years

There’s an attic where children are playing,
Where I’ve got to lie down with you soon,
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns,
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I’ll see what you’ve chained to your sorrow,
All your sheep and your lillies of snow

Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its “I’ll never forget you, you know!”

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea

And I’ll dance with you in Vienna
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you’ll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
O my love, o my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It’s yours now. It’s all that there is

Songwriters: COHEN, LEONARD / LORCA, GARCIA
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For non-commercial use only.
Data From: LyricFind

The Journal of… An American Girl in Wales 

Alan Lee illustration from ‘The Dream of Rhonabwy’, from ‘The Mabinogion’

The Beginnng of the Return

It’s funny how life changes all around you when you know your are loved. There’s a certain confidence when you become part of someone’s other half.

The way you greet me in your arms with a warm smile, asking what’s wrong when I give you a certain look.  It was to be different this time. “What is wrong, Are you alright?” I asked. He just looked away and sighed, wiping a tear away from his cheek. tell me what is wrong.” I had just informed him I had to go back to America for a few weeks. His heart was pierced, so was mine. 

Finally, he turned to me and reached around my, holding his hand on my back, but he pulled back and shook his head. “I know how much you love me, I’m so happy you came into my life. It’s not easy being apart even just for a few weeks.

My eyes became wide and I shook my head at him. “Darling it will get better soon enough, please just be patient with me!” I hugged him before I left for Texas and began to sob into his chest, not wanting him to leave him. We both cried. 

He wiped the tears from my eyes and I gave him one last kiss on his cheek, then getting up. “I’ll miss your close company that you brought every day.”

We got up and he gave me a quick hug, not saying a word, drove me to the terminal and walked away leaving him standing there alone. 

The silence on the way to the airport was even more heartbreaking. I left him standing there, as I looked through the glass doors and sighed, gut wrenching; walking to my gate, grabbing my journal and a pen. 

For some reason, whenever I picked up the pen, I felt tingles in my body, which I just assumed was a coincidence. It was the same monte blanc pen you gave me and the same pink moleskin journal you gave me for Christmas. 

Yes, I picked up a pen because I seemed familiar and comforting in that moment while I was sitting there waiting for my flight. They had become my companions. Although a slight ease from the pain of our separation. 

I opened up my journal and clicked open the pen, pushing it to the pad. Carefully, I wrote in the best handwriting I could, even though it didn’t matter because no one else would see it. It read:

“Today, my heart was in despair when i left Wales. In the last Six months, this one person that I love him so much and I just wish that there was a way that we could still be together. If I could I would do anything to have that change to be with him.


But alas, I don’t believe that there is anything that I can do, but follow the rules So, I guess I will have to live with a broken heart for a while until I return to my beloved. 

Just then, it hit me and I nearly fell off of my chair, dropping my pen. I cringed in pain. 

Suddenly, I paused and looked to my journal, walking over and reading over my writing again. 


Then, I looked at the pen and shook my head. “This can’t be real.” I picked up the pen, and I realised my world can be resolved by with pen in hand. I knew what I needed to do and made a list of things that needed to happen before I could return. 

And now it’s been a few weeks, the list is almost completed, but most of all; I had a chance to write it all down, otherwise I might have never been able to return to you. 

This Day in History 



“I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street” 
― W.H. Auden

This day in History…..

WH Auden 

British born poet, WH Auden, Born this day in 1907, recognised by the British Museum and admired for his unsurpassed technical virtuosity and an ability to write poems in nearly every imaginable verse form. 



I admire his work and how he was able  to engage  culture, current events, and vernacular speech in his work.  

He took poetry to the vast range of his intellect, from an extraordinary variety of literatures, art forms, social and political theories, and scientific and technical information. 

He had a remarkable wit. 



His poetry frequently recounts, literally or metaphorically, a journey or quest, and his travels provided rich material for his verse.

And for these reasons, WH AUDEN is one of my favourite British poets.  



I would like to share this link to his work. It’s an incredible read and audio books are complimentary. 

Thank you for reading. 

http://m.poets.org/poetsorg/poet/w-h-auden