Of Lace and Lavender

Heritage Dress ...

2010-09-04T16:02:00.000-07:00

Each summer, 'round my birthday, Mother sits down at her Singer and in a flurry, she sews for me what she calls a "heritage dress." These dresses are white, and contain vintage or antique elements, blended with the new.

Last year, my heritage dress was made from a vintage white pillowcase that was given to Mother, with new ribbons added. Two years before, she added new buttons and ribbons to a white dedication gown that she wore when she was a baby ...

This year, my heritage dress is made from a lovely embroidered cotton that Mother purchased. She added some vintage lace that belonged to my grandmother Rose, and she lined the back with vintage buttons that belonged to my great-Grandmother Eva.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the dress was complete, and her smile could not be erased when the dress was donned and my hair was tied in a silk ribbon ...

A Visit to the Stables

2010-09-04T14:00:00.000-07:00

Mother brought us to the stables today ...

We admired the early September flowers, rode the tractors, and visited "Duchess," a beautiful chocolate horse.

As siblings so oft' do, we managed to find ourselves tangled up in a bit of mid-morning mischief ...

There is something to be said of a lovely winding path, the shelter of trees, and fences that do not skirt us in ... but rather, remind us of how free we are to run where we will ...

Tea Towel to Toddler Tote

2010-07-06T17:28:00.000-07:00

When I fashioned a brown damask print fabric clutch with bamboo handles, my daughter, Guinevere, requested one of her own ... For a fortnight, she inquired about the purse that Mother was going to make for her, and as every loving Mother would do, I began to consider what type of clutch I would create for her.

This dainty delight was crafted using a tea towel and embroidery hoops. The hem of the tea towel sufficed as a skirting for the front of the clutch. It rests quietly on her tea table, awaiting her morning embrace ...

Friendship Blooms & Tiny Tips

2010-07-06T15:47:00.000-07:00

~ A friend came to tea today ... Stepping from the carriage, she cradled in one arm her beautiful baby girl, Nora ... Folded in her other arm was a delicious bouquet ... "For you" ... said she ... Such vibrant and stunning colors were they, I was quite sure they were from the hothouse indeed ... but no! To my delight, she gathered them from her garden that very morn.~

Songs for Theoden & Guinevere

2010-06-01T12:41:00.000-07:00

My heart sings their songs; the ones they are yet learning to sing ...

...songs of a little boy, growing up so quickly ... ever learning and exploring, becoming a young character full of promise and steadfast faith; a warrior of truth and prayer ... loving and protecting family and friends ... dreaming of being a soldier ... growing in the power of a soft heart ... finding that integrity is not something to be attained, but that it lies within him ...these are his songs ...

...songs of a little girl, crossing boundaries between tea parties and tadpoles; beginning to pray and believe in God, loving nature and daring gravity... Her spirit soars and her feet dance to the music of life, drumming the rhythms of freedom ... as we gently teach her to walk in the ways of her Creator. ... yet, she pauses for the beauty of a flower, and glories in a new brooch for her dress ... these are her songs ...

These, and many more, will be their songs ... and for now, in this moment, as the wind scampers across their cheeks, and the sun kisses their knees, I stand here, nearly bursting with pride. I am so blessed. They are beautiful. They belong to God. He has given them to me to care for ... I will sing their songs until they sing them for Him ... and from then on, I will carry the melodies in my heart ... until my last breath ... for these are the songs we live and die for.

The music of our children.

Strawberry Soup

2010-05-29T10:02:00.000-07:00

~ 1 pint of fresh strawberries, hulled
~ 1 c. whipping cream
~ 1 tsp. of honey
~ 1 tsp. of vanilla extract
~ 1 tsp. of lemon juice
~ 1/4 c. sugar
~ fresh mint
~ whipped cream (see "Summer Blackberries & Cream" for homemade recipe)

Combine ingredients in a blender, serve chilled in punch glasses with whipped cream and fresh mint.

Roses ...

2010-05-29T09:50:00.000-07:00

It is known, in my circle of friends, that
roses
are my favorite blossom ...

What a delight
these pink roses have been
as they sweetly adorn my table.
They smile at me each morning,
they nod courteously in the afternoon,
and they whisper
"good evening madam"
before I retire ...

They know their time is short,
and while they are here,
they share the sweetest fragrance,
the brightest hues,
a graceful silence, and a silken touch ...

To be as the rose,
is to be a blessing to those in whose hearts we are momentarily placed ...

L.J.W.

This is the Refreshing ,,,

2010-05-29T09:43:00.000-07:00

On Saturday last, my dear friends joined me for afternoon tea. And what a delight it was to fellowship, share the goodness of our Lord, and rest in one another's presence.

Our time together was as sweet ... Laughter echoed amongst us, smiles abounded, and generosity of spirit was to be found in our midst.

When the last teacup was gently tucked away, and the last linen folded, I gazed toward the window, where my crochet rose lace gloves lay. I smiled as I began to "sketch" the sunlight's kiss upon my tea gloves, and found refreshing and rest, knowing that another day was met with the grace of my Creator.

His mercies are new every morning ... His grace is sufficient for thee ...

Roses for Guinevere ...

2010-05-29T09:37:00.001-07:00

~ Greetings My Dears ~

The little lady of the house,

Guinevere Katharine Blythe,

was in need of a new frock.

The weather has been unseasonably warm, and the poor little dear has been flushed with heat!

From the lightest and sweetest cotton, I sewed her first summer frock.

I do long to see her scamper among the white flocks in our field, and I hope to "paint" her portrait quite soon!

Ever Yours,
Lucinda Jane Wordsworth

The Finest Fabric

2010-05-29T09:29:00.000-07:00

My Dears,

Whilst in search of the finest damask fabric, I traveled to the Park of Clifton, and browsed the linen shoppe with pleasure!

And, I left with a piece of the richest fabric with which to make my newest clutch. Of course, the bamboo was imported, and it suffices very well for a lovely handle.

As a final touch, I added an heirloom brooch, which affords the clutch an added elegance.

I will soon be in the shops of St. Charles with my kinfolk, and I was in much need of a new clutch!

After all, every fine lady carries a fine purse! ... and, it has been said, in my circle of friends, that I am a fine lady ... =)

Ever Yours,

Lucinda Jane

Spring Sock Bunny

2010-04-02T06:37:00.000-07:00

My Dears,

As I prepared the children for this Easter Holiday, we colored and hunted for eggs, read wonderful stories, waved a palm branch from our window, visited a spring puppet show, and indulged in little treats of all kinds.

I also surprised the children with their very own stocking bunny!
I believe these little garden friends will add a spring touch to their nursery!

Of course, I had to carefully select the best stockings to use. I chose pale shades of blue, pink, white and even brown to afford the children a variety from which to choose!

I rummaged through my buttons and ribbons, and I simply asked Miss Rachel, our cook, if there was any rice in the pantry! We filled our stockings with rice, and then banded the top together where the foot of the stocking disappears.

We then tied off the neck of the bunny with a ribbon, and I added a white looped ribbon and button to the rear of the bunny for a tail.

We cut a line down the top of the stocking to create two floppy ears, and then I gently stitched the ears into a tubular shape, removed the banding at the top of the head, and stitched the tip of the head where the banding was.

It proved to be a wonderful craft ... and each year, when spring arrives, we will bring our bunnies out to play in the nursery ... they do sit so nicely ...

Tidings to all. Christ is Risen!

Ever Yours, Lucinda Jane Wordsworth

Rejoice!

2010-03-29T15:40:00.000-07:00

Mother says, "Even children came, waving palm leaves as He passed by ..."

Mother says, "His journey was long, His cross was heavy, His pain was great ..."

Mother says, "His love was greater ..."

Mother says, "He rose again,
and His disciples rejoiced ..."

Mother says, "He is coming again, one day,
and that we must watch for Him, with our hearts."

I don't understand all of what Mother says, but I understand her smile, when she sings,

"Yes, Jesus loves me ... yes, Jesus loves me ... yes, Jesus loves me, the Bible tells me so ..."

Rejoice, Jesus is alive! Happy Easter!

2010-03-16T11:59:00.000-07:00

"Ode to a Duchess"

For my dearest Prudence Darling, on the occasion of her thirty and fifth birthday,

With Love,

Lucinda Jane

You will spot her afar, by way of her fetching bonnet

You will hear her draw near as infectious laughter enraptures you

You will feel her heartbeat with the brush of her hand

You will understand her love for you by the sparkle of her eye ...

It is not by name or blood in our earthly state

that we find ourselves among royalty.

But rather, it's through our kindred spirits, and our heavenly heritage

that we joyfully reign in one another's hearts.

Let us away, my dear friend ...

A game of croquet? A spot of tea? A ramble in the meadow?

Any such frivolity will do, as my hand and heart are joined with you!

(photo taken by my 2 yr. old daughter, Guinevere ... 3/20, first day of spring!)

To My Valentines

2010-02-16T12:08:00.000-08:00

My Dears,

Another year has passed, and my heart once again longs for the companionship of my dear friends, as a new year arrives.

As the Holidays quietly whisper 'farewell' and Winter remains with us, it seems these many days are gray and cold. Yet, in the midst of a tiresome New England winter, St. Valentine's Day arrives with cheer and splendor!

As is the custom of our day, I sit at my writer's desk and gently assemble valentines. With each valentine that I send post-haste, comes a heartfelt wish that each and every friend and loved one will feel a special touch of love this season.

Each envelope is labeled and sealed. I walk to the post. The envelopes are measured and weighed and sent on their way, and I think warmly of my friends.
I thank God upon every remembrance of you!

Longingly and Lovingly,

Lucinda Jane

Granny Scarf

2010-02-08T15:23:00.001-08:00

Joined by roses, square upon square, my knitted scarf welcomes the passerby with her rainbow of warmth and cheer ...

Passing by the woman in the post office I am told how it reminds her of the old- fashioned knitted scarfs, and with a smile, I tell her that it is one!

A teacher at the school smiles warmly and reminisces of her days of knitting granny squares ... as she admires my new scarf ...

Everywhere I go, eyes brighten, and a conversation begins. My granny scarf is quite friendly, ever the pleasant companion!

In her company, I find that strangers and friends alike find renewed joy as they think of days of old.

And I muse quietly ... thinking of my friend whom I asked at a church sewing circle to knit me a granny scarf ... Is this what we as human beings long for? Friendships such as these?

I daresay, yes, it is!

Mother's China Hutch

2010-01-17T15:47:00.000-08:00

Mother's china hutch is filled with many wonderful treasures ...

Amidst the roses and teacups, I happened upon a tiny doll, just bigger than my hand.

Mother says porcelain and china belong in the glass cabinet ...

But that one day, these treasures will be mine.

2009-12-09T06:18:00.000-08:00

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know ... where the tree tops glisten, and children listen ... to hear sleigh bells in the snow ... "

We wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas and send all of our love, near and far!

Master Theoden, and Lady Guinevere Jeffers of Middle Line Manor ...
December '09

Christmas Frock

2009-12-01T14:48:00.000-08:00

Mother has finished stitching the lace sleeves
to my Christmas frock.

I do love a bit of lace, velvet and satin
for the holidays...
and of course, a brooch of significant size.

I dare say, it is quite a bold frock ...

I shall remain quite the lady, though,
and one shall only see the peep toes
of my dancing shoes.

I must remain light of foot, as I expect Mother shall
dress my hair with white ostrich feathers ...

(Guinevere's Christmas Dress 2009.)

Rosette Comes to Tea

2009-10-31T04:43:00.000-07:00

Today, I brought a friend to tea ...
She was quite obliging ...
She listened to my every word ...
She never spilled a drop ...
And when tea time was over,
She nestled quietly on my shelf.

(Guinevere's 2nd Birthday, a "Garden Tea.")

Lifelong Friends

2009-10-30T15:39:00.000-07:00

Julianna,

When I was a tiny toddler,
you came wiggling into the world.
When I began to talk, you began to walk.
Together we grew ...
We've played together and laughed together.
When I was five years old,
I asked you to marry me ...
You did not answer.
Whenever we see each other,
we pick up where we left off ...
You are my friend ... for life ...

Theoden Jeffers

(Written by Theoden's mommy)

Discover

2009-10-30T15:22:00.000-07:00

Among life's most precious gifts,
are the dimpled fingers and outreached hand
of the small miracle that lives in your home and heart ...

Looking back fondly on Guinevere's first few months ...

Your Loving Mother

Ode to a Fallen Leaf

2009-10-14T13:34:00.000-07:00

Oh fallen leaf,
thou once wast green,
the glory of the tree.

Shade for the passerby,
refuge for the mother,
whilst children scampered among daisies.

Thy color changed,
to brave shades
of red, gold, and rust.

When thou fell,
from branch to ground,
thou crowned earth's floor.

I passed by and admired,
thy cloak of brilliant bravery,
and saddened,
I watched as thou were collected into piles
by the road.

In monstrous black bags,
thou wast stashed
as trash,
and I thought this a tragedy
of God's splendor.

Though thou wast not deemed
fair enough
for her front lawn,
Fake leaves adorn her mantle
in honor of thy beauty!

~by Lucinda Jane, admirer of fallen leaves

The Farm

2009-10-03T18:49:00.000-07:00

I stopped by a lovely farm just the other day
and found an obliging shed,
filled with goodies.
Mother said that we must wait
for the farmer's wife.
It was quite inviting though,
... from the outside step.

Apple Adventures

2009-10-03T07:53:00.000-07:00

Come, my sister, my childhood companion...
I will help to ease your burden.
We will share a spot under floating apples,
and I will walk with you, carrying your tote.
Let us gather our apples for Mother,
as afternoon draws to an end.
A welcoming kitchen awaits.

Fall Fancies

2009-10-03T07:36:00.000-07:00

My Dears,

As you well know, autumn brings me much joy. As the air cools, and the leaves dance from limb to path... as sunlight fades in late afternoon... as the tips of my children's noses turn cherry red... I am renewed. There is a briskness to my step, there is a song in my heart...

I have been busy in the kitchen these many fall days. Applesauce bubbles in the kettle, filling the kitchen with the delicious aroma of cinnamon and spice. Beeswax candles are hand-rolled and ready to be wrapped as gifts. My hands and heart have been full this season.

Recently, Lady Josephine joined me for tea, and we shared cinnamon ricotta crepes with a plum sauce, lively banter, and as always, warm exchange.

My recipe box is full of fall favorites, and I do hope you all will join me soon for some of my famous applesauce bread!

With a loving heart, I remain,

Lucinda Jane

Guinevere's Birthday

2009-08-27T07:59:00.000-07:00

I happened upon Mother's trunk
and found a world of treasures masked as memories...

... a wedding shoe, a nightdress from her wedding night,
one of her dolls...

I played with her brooches, a pearl watch, a hankie...
I gazed up as she called my name...

I am two years old today, my mother's daughter ....
I am her gift.

~~~~

Happy Birthday, Guinevere Katharine Blythe!
I love you!!!
Mommy

(Guinevere's portraits taken at J.C.P. Portrait Studio, Clifton Park, N.Y.)

"Traces of Mischief"

2009-08-25T14:25:00.000-07:00

If one looks closely,

'neath a nest of blond locks,
petulant petaled lips, and dimpled fingers...

If one looks beyond
ruffles and lace,
raspy giggles, and dancing eyes...

One will find
traces of earth,
merriment and mischief...

On tender knees of little fallen angels.

~Lucinda Jane Wordsworth

A Longing Heart

2009-08-12T15:35:00.000-07:00

My Dears it has been longer than a fortnight since we've written. My heart is saddened. I do so enjoy the summer months but alas is does make it difficult for communication. So may parties, balls and summers at the lake take up so much social time that I scarce have time to keep up with my correspondence.

Please know you are in my hearts and thoughts almost daily. I pray for fall. The cool breezes and lagging times are close in my sight.

I leave you with my longing heart,
P. Darling Prescott

"Tucking Lace"

2009-07-21T12:01:00.000-07:00

My Dears!

You know how bothersome tucking lace can be. I don't fancy such trifles of womanhood. Many a time, I'm without my lace tuck because it has slipped! And my dears, it simply isn't fitting!

And then there's the bother of finding a becoming piece of lace...

How fortuitous it is that a dear friend of mine hand-crafted these lovely lace tucks for my frocks on the occasion of my birthday.

I have only to attach the loop to my corset, and my lace tuck is in place!

Josephine to Tea

2009-06-30T07:27:00.000-07:00

My Dearest Josephine,

It is with a bursting heart that I await our lovely visit this very day!

To see my dear friend, to hear her laugh, to witness the sparkle of her eyes, is a treasure to my spirit.

I do hope the children will enjoy themselves... I had hoped to let them play in the garden, but alas, the gray skies forbid such frolicking... There is much to occupy them in the nursery. I'm confident their spirits will soar...

Come, my friend, and let us take tea together ... let us renew our friendship, once again...

Your dear friend,

Lucinda Jane

2009-06-26T11:43:00.000-07:00

I took tea today at "Lillian Ann's Attic" on Caroline Street in Saratoga Springs. What a pleasant morning excursion.
Ladies of refinement simply must make their morning visits. Otherwise, people should very likely talk...

Summer Blackberries & Cream

2009-06-25T10:56:00.000-07:00

My Dears,

As the sun scolds me overhead, I retreat to my cool kitchen in search of a remedy for the scorching admonition of this unforgiving summer day...

"Summer Blackberries & Cream"

* 1/2 pint of heavy whipping cream

*1/4 cup white sugar

*1 tsp. vanilla

*1/2 pint fresh blackberries

Combine heavy whipping cream, sugar and vanilla in mixing bowl.

Mix with (electric) beaters until mixture thickens and peaks. Usually about 10 min.

Layer your dish with spoonfuls of cream & blackberries. Chill for 1 hour and ENJOY!
Serves 2. (Double recipe to serve 4-6)

Much Love, Lucinda

Knickers for Gideon

2009-06-24T12:44:00.001-07:00

My Dears,

What joy it brings to me to think that my nephew will arrive any day now! We patiently await with great anticipation his most joyous birth!

It was my privilege to sew for him a lovely set of knickers for his Dedication Ceremony this summer.

Daisy possessed a dainty toddler pillowcase at her shoppe in the Spa of Ballston, which she agreed to sell to me for ten shillings.

A stitch here and there, and it was transformed into a darling set of knickers!

My dear friend, Beatrix Potter was kind enough to paint her clever Peter Rabbit friend on a set of buttons for the pant cuffs! I do so love her illustrations. Her charming stories are much loved in my home... Did you know that she and I are such beloved friends, that she named two sweet characters after me? ... "Lucinda" and "Jane!"

Kindest Regards,

Lucinda Jane Wordsworth

"Mother's Doll"

2009-06-24T05:16:00.000-07:00

Mother journeyed into her hope chest in search of some old friends...

Many of her hopes, and some of my own, found their way into my very own hope chest...

It is now warmed by many treasures...

This little doll stopped along the way, and decided to stay a while with me ...

What shall we call her?

She was once called Hannah, when Mother was a child...

... I admire her shoes ...

I would like to call her Bitsy, Adelaide, or Clara ...

Yours Truly,
Guinevere Katharine Blythe

Blessings for Josephine

2009-06-19T14:22:00.000-07:00

This day has been one of mixed mercies...

The rain has come, which has been much desired for grandmother's herbs...

And although the rain bestows fertility of earth and spirit,

Oft times it leaves us in want of the rainbow's promise...

While soil and soul graciously accept the gift of rain,

Our hearts may wander to days of sun ... remembrances of yesteryear...

This day of mixed mercies,

Is one that has brought thoughts of you...

Blessings upon you, my dear friend,

As days of sun await us, and tender soil begs our gentle steps ...

Ever Yours,

Lucinda Jane

Buttons & Daisies

2009-06-19T13:22:00.000-07:00

Mother has sewn buttons on my apron made of hankies...

These buttons afford me two pockets...

One for my tea pouches, and the other to gather daisies...

It is quite efficient, and rather useful.

Shall we take tea?

I must ready my daisy centerpiece...

~Lucinda Jane, mother of Guinevere...

Guinevere's Moment

2009-06-19T11:58:00.000-07:00

While I am young,
I'm obliged to pursue simple pleasures.

... fiddling with Mother's hair pins ...
... wearing my nightdress with Sunday's shoes...
... hiding pebbles in my palms ...

As I grow,
I am learning quickly ...
Alas, you slowly forget ...

You've forgotten the magic of trickling water,
from roof top,
from tree limb,
from faucet.

I've just found it.

You are folding laundry, planning for tomorrow.
I am touching magic water, enjoying this moment.

I am almost two years old.

~ L.J.W

Here and There

2009-06-17T14:21:00.000-07:00

My Dearest Lady Lucinda Jane,

I am always filled with wonder upon receiving your posts! You are gifted with beautiful words.

The glorious news of the name of the expected child was received with great joy. What a wonderful name for a son! Our prayer are with your sister during her delicate situation.

Thank you for sharing the beautiful time you had with your friends at your tea. You paint a picture with words and leave us longing to be there.

And lastly, with your permission I shall hang the lovely painting of your garden in my parlour. The colours blend so well and remind me of the Queen's gardens in London.

Ever Cordial,
Lady Jocelyn Victoria Shefflield-Wimsley

Greetings to Georgiana

2009-06-17T14:19:00.000-07:00

My Dearest Lady Georgiana,

My heart was overjoyed with the past that you would be joining our bee society. Your grace, extraordinary beauty and wistful humor are oft spoken of in the high society circle of London.

How honored we are by your presence.

Ever Cordial,
Lady Jocelyn Victoria Shefflield-Wimsley

A thought

2009-06-17T14:18:00.001-07:00

Next week I shall begin my operations on my hat, on which you know my principal hopes of happiness depend. - J.A.

A Visit to the Hothouse

2009-06-17T13:12:00.000-07:00

My Dears,

Among my favourite past-times is a light ramble in the fields behind the cottage where the peonies, flocks, and daisies bloom. I gather the buds and blossoms as the gentle breeze caresses my face, and the grass teases my toes... a wild sprig or two may flirt with my ankles as it sneaks 'neath the hem of my skirts...

Occasionally, when the rains come and seem to dampen the spirits of the wild flowers, I must resort to purchasing my blooms at the hothouse. Of course, they are quite well groomed. The colours are vivacious and their perfume fills the cottage...

It is a different excursion altogether when one visits the hothouse. One must always wear one's bonnet, tuck lace, and polish their shoes for such a visit. There are no such customs in the fields behind the cottage. One's hair may flow freely, and one's feet may be undressed...

I do so love a tender bouquet. As my peonies beg their farewell to the month of June, I must visit the hothouse within a fortnight...

True?

2009-06-17T13:09:00.000-07:00

Miss Bigg writes me word that Miss Blachford is married. but I have never seen it in the Paper. And one may be as well be single, if the Wedding is not to be in print.

(From our Dear J.A)

Ever,
Prudy

Ode to a Clutch

2009-06-17T11:04:00.000-07:00

There is something to be said of a fine purse.

The onlooker gazes with admiration and oft times a tinge of envy ... and the hand which holds it knows of the secrets therin.

And although a fine clutch can travel the world, enter the parlours of duchesses and the tea rooms of refined society,
despite the strong desire of its companion, it simply cannot enter the washtub...

~ L.J.W

To Tea

2009-06-13T15:13:00.001-07:00

My Dears,
I've just had a few wonderful friends to tea this very afternoon. Among the guests were Eliza, Beatrice, Kitty, Clara, and Annabelle. Sadly, Charlotte was not able to attend, as her horse needed to be shod at the very last moment! It was quite distressing to know that she was without her carriage, but alas, I have saved her a scone! We browsed the finest catalogues from London and sipped afternoon tea. I served homemade blueberry scones with homemade Devonshire Cream, fresh chilled fruit and cream, and of course savory sandwiches. It was quite delightful, and my heart is full this day. Annabelle won the door prize, and she chose one of my finest venetian lace brooches! I wish to have you all to tea when you are next in the country. I am famous for afternoon tea! In my own circle of couse, it has been said ... (smile...)

I remain,

Lucinda Jane

Announcement

2009-06-10T13:05:00.000-07:00

My Dears,

An announcement has been made in honor of the child soon to be delivered by my dear sister.

A son is expected to arrive within a few weeks, and his name has just been announced to family and friends ...

He will be called

Gideon Gregorio Morales

"Mighty Man of Valor"

The Post Came Today!

2009-06-09T13:08:00.000-07:00

My Dear Ladies,

The post has finally arrived and with it your invitation to contribute to this blogging bee. I can not express the happiness your invitation brings me. I am speechless, speechless!!! And I have not stopped talking of it since. In due time I hope to contribute many valuable pieces to this great endeavor.

Thank you again for the invitation,

Sincerely yours,
Georgiana Elizabeth Fitzwilliam

The Healing Home

2009-06-07T16:41:00.000-07:00

"Stop, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest."

~ Henry Longfellow

My Dearest Ladies,

I regret to advise that I am much cumbered with sickness these many days. I have struggled amidst aches and pains of the throat and chest. I have fallen ill with fever as well. It is with a weak body that I embrace my quill this evening.

I beg of you, my dear friends, please say a prayer for myself and for the children. I fear they shall grow ill as well. My dear mother has been stricken as well, and my dear sister is in a delicate condition, so my resources have been exhausted. Although, I do thank my dear friend, Josephine, who has offered her services in any way for which the situation calls.

I write not to burden you with my particular set of woes, but rather, because I was heartened by this wonderful tribute to motherhood, given by Longfellow. How true it is. As I look around my home this evening, I see that it breathes with life, and it whispers secrets to my soul. These many years I have devoted myself to my home, husband, and children, and when my eyes travel the corridors, I see a bit of myself in every element.

I seek not the pleasures of travel. I seek not the gifts of this present world. I do not search after great wisdom or prosperity. I do not covet that which is not mine. I do not keep the company of fools. Rather, I seek the solace of home and the hearts of those who live here. I search for the voice of my Creator, and the blessings only He can bestow. I have loved that which is mine, and cherished those things. And I've found the company of a few dear friends who have become as sweet perfume to my spirit...

I love you all dearly, and I pray the best of health to you all...

Ever Yours,

Lucinda Jane Wordsworth ~

As Charles Dickens Says...

2009-06-04T11:35:00.001-07:00

"Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts."

Just wanted to share my favorite quote with the ladies of lace and lavender. When first I heard this quote, about 15 years past, It changed my thinking about every day situations.

What a brave and inspiring man he is! His wise words are moving and set my heart a blaze.

Ever Cordial,
Lady Jocelyn

My Inaugural Script

2009-06-04T11:18:00.000-07:00

Dearest "L & L",

It is with great honor I accept this invitation. However; there isn't enough ink in my well to supply my quill sufficiently. Mercy me, what a quandary! I fear I shall faint over the matter. As soon as I find my smelling salts I shall return, post-haste, to commence this conversation.

Ever Cordial,
Lady Jocelyn

Of Lace ...

2009-06-02T11:07:00.000-07:00

My Darlings,

You must see! I have found yet another divine piece of lace with which to design brooches! I have such joy when I find a shoppe which carries a lovely piece of lace! I snatch it right up, and I scarce view the price tag! When I next visit London, I will proudly wear my new lace!

Yours Truly,

Lucinda Jane

Tea Traditions for Tots

2009-06-02T10:07:00.000-07:00

To Create Lucy's "Tea Tradition For Tots," you will need some/all of the following...

~ a lovely woven basket
~ a small porcelain tea cup and saucer

~ a set of handmade fabric tea pouches, (see picture,)
~ a handmade hankie tea apron, (see picture,)
~ a sheet of cherub, children, or heart stickers
~ a piece of cut lace fabric for a child's tea table, (use to line the inside of the basket,)
~ a crochet doily for under the tea pot!
~ 2-4 porcelain rose place card holders & a set of place cards

~ a few potpourri sachet pouches as tea favors
~ some candy
~ 2 handmade candles, preferably beeswax, for the tea table
~ a candy bag with sugar cubes
~ a child's book of verses for the tea table
~ a soft teddy bear
~ a pouch of silk rose petals for the tea table
~ a small box of cookies

There are so many more things you can add to this basket! ... little hankies, small tea napkins, hair ribbons, homemade doll clothing, etc. Line your basket with the lace cloth and fill it with the treasures, wrap it in tulle or clear wrap, and decorate with ribbons and stickers! Makes a wonderful gift! ~ Lucy

What Joy

2009-06-01T16:04:00.000-07:00

Dearest Lucy,

You are a wonder. Both Jocelyn and I were so pleased and happy to receive our gifts on Saturday. Sir John also was most joyed at the lovely painting you bestowed on their home. It will be taken to London this week to be properly framed.

I adore my sachet! You truly are a kindred spirit for I had just told Sir Andrew not a fortnight ago that I longed for a nice sachet to go in my 'delicate's' drawer and there simply was not anything to be found this side of London. But alas I know now that my worry was in vain for you had prepared the best of gifts for me.

Lucy my dear the cards you sent were simply beautiful, not only in design and color but in verse, both prewritten and you very own words. Please accept the most heartfelt thanks for the gifts that are tangible as well as the sweet gift of your friendship. You are more precious to me than you realize.

I leave you with a full heart,
All my love,
Prudence Darling Prescott

2009-05-31T11:24:00.000-07:00

~ Summer Apple Egg Salad ~

* Mash six hard boiled eggs
* Add a heaping teaspoon of honey mustard
* Add a heaping teaspoon of mayonnaise
* Add a dash of salt
* Slice and dice a red delicious apple into tiny bite-sized pieces & add to salad
*For extra zing, add crushed walnuts

L.J.W.

2009-05-29T12:45:00.000-07:00

My Darlings,

I write as though my fingers have wings this day. My heart is full of joy, and my soul doth rejoice in God my savior.

Today, My Prudence, I have received your lovely letter and my stamp holder. My dear, how sweet of you to think of my correspondence! My new postage stamp holder sits next to my table of letters, and happily it obliges me! Our darling Guinny will grow to love her new book. Books are always a treasure in our home, especially those which are hard-bound. These are a gift indeed! I have been reading it a bit myself this day, and I admit, I'm yet a child at heart!

In honor of "Tea With Jane Austen," I have sewn a few lavender scented tea bag sachet pouches! These are lovely for little girls as they pretend to take tea in their mother's china tea cups! They smell of lavender and chamomile, and the ribbons and buttons are the strings and tags of a tea pouch!

Among my important items of note, I wish to extend a warm and joyous welcome to our newest member, Georgiana! Please, Lady Georgiana, you must send us post with haste and introduce yourself to our society, as the ladies of the north country will yearn to know you!

Ladies, I must make haste. This very evening, Lady Nancy Grandquist is visiting our parish for a very important gathering of ladies. It is our annual conference, and Mr. Wordsworth was able to take the evening off and care for the children so that I might attend. I must set my curls and I must tuck a little lace...

My dears, my love to you all.

With Joy,

Lucinda Jane Wordsworth

A New Member.

2009-05-29T11:51:00.001-07:00

Ladies please help me in welcoming Georgiana Elizabeth Fitzwilliam to our little society.

2009-05-24T13:53:00.000-07:00

"Ava & Guinevere"

"Come, my friend, and let us sit by the water's edge... the bridge awaits... and we oblige... let us rest our feet for a moment. Then, fair friend, we shall take to the grass again and we'll follow the sun's path as it beckons us with noontime fancies..."

L.J. Wordsworth

2009-05-21T12:19:00.000-07:00

Guinevere's Flowers

"Once, when I was very little, me feet became curious... One step.. two steps... ten bare toes telling tales of prickly grass... Maybe if I fall to my bottom this tickle will go away... Will someone hold my flowers, please?"

by Lucinda Jane Wordsworth

2009-05-21T07:40:00.000-07:00

Dear Ladies,

Just a gentle reminder that this year's theme for Kindred Spirit week is 'Tea with Jane Austen'. I can scarce believe this glorious week has crept upon us this quickly. The celebration will begin May 24th and conclude on May 30th. For the newest members of our little society this is a week to celebrate your kindred spirit sister. You can send a card or note by post with well wishings that remain with the code of the society. A small gift or token of appreciation is also acceptable.

I leave you with a heart full of anticipation for this week,
Prudence Darling Prescott

Blue Sky

2009-05-19T09:43:00.001-07:00

My Dearest Ladies,

I am writing to easy my heavy heart. I will set you at rest, I, my Andrew, and family are all in good health. I am heavy for I long to out of doors this fine Tuesday. The sky is a blue I think I haven't seen since I was but 12 years old. As I look out it is pleading with me to come out and enjoy the beauty. But alas I have much work to be done this very day. I am plotting, this very moment, to somehow escape for a cup of tea in my garden unbeknownst to anyone. I dare say I will be caught but there is a sliver of me who doesn't care.

Daringly Scared,
Prudy

2009-05-17T15:08:00.000-07:00

My Dears,

As the last rays of sunshine dance with the evening breeze, and the branches oblige with a wave offering, I sit by my desk with quill in hand and give thanks for this lovely Sunday. It has been a day of rest in the Lord.

After our service today, the ladies of the parish gathered for our monthly sewing circle, and I enjoyed their delightful company immensely. We talked of baby names, and I shared with them "Cordelia Elisabeth," my name of preference should Mr. Wordsworth and myself be blessed with another daughter one day. I sewed a baby bonnet for a young mother-to-be in our parish, and I then hastened home to spend the remaining afternoon with my children.

We scampered outside for several hours with Grandmother Kathryn, and followed with a drive to Willow Marsh Farm with Grandmother Rose to purchase fresh cow's milk. Grandmother Rose prefers the fresh farm milk to the local grocer's milk. It is a bit pricier, and some may say not prudent in such times as these, but the drive is lovely and the children enjoyed themselves.

My children are now in the washtub and I must hasten to a close. Bedtime is upon us presently, and I will retreat to a quiet evening, whilst I await the return of Mr. Wordsworth.

I am obliged to catch up on some of my letters, and a baby quilt awaits some sewing ... this gentle evening may render itself a willing partner to my mild ambitions ...

My Love,
Lucinda

2009-05-16T06:27:00.000-07:00

"The Kindred Spirit Society Pledge"

~ I solemnly pledge to speak and write of things pure and good ~

~ I solemnly pledge to regard my Kindred Spirit Sister above myself ~

~ I solemnly pledge to take a few moments a day to rest and consider the lilies of the field, and the goodness of God ~

~ I solemnly pledge to uphold my Kindred Spirit Sister in prayer, to encourage her, to lift her up, and to cherish her ~

~ I solemnly pledge to find joy in the Society, to promote its well-being, to add to its purpose, and most of all, in all things to give thanks, for this is the will of God ~

Lucinda Jane Wordsworth,
founder of the Kindred Spirit Society, est. 2008

2009-05-16T05:01:00.000-07:00

Today I must launder my linens... my washboard needs replacing, but we've had plenty of rainfall which is fortuitous... The air is a bit damp for drying, but the day is long...

Lucinda Jane

2009-05-15T16:14:00.000-07:00

Josephine,

You simply must stop at the new sweet shoppe near the Spa of Ballston when you next visit. The spring waters are medicinal and have been proven to have aided with tuberculosis, the Medbury Inn is a home away from home, and the sweet shoppe is divine, carrying all the tastiest french truffles! I do hope that Mr. Wordsworth and myself are able to stay at the Inn very soon. We do so enjoy the spa waters... and the sweets!

"Cordially,"

Lucinda

2009-05-15T15:57:00.000-07:00

Pray tell, Precious Prudy, have your Plush Peonies bloomed along your Primrose Path?

Patiently, I wait for June's Purple Promise...

~ Lucy ~

2009-05-15T14:57:00.000-07:00

Pew Dolls...
... while in sweet song you raise your voice to our Lord, and the little ones wiggle 'neath your arms, hiding under pews... surrender your hankie to their little hands... tying a knot for a head and a knot for each arm... with reverent hush, these little dolls quietly spill from the pew... with brave spirits, they swing from baby's hand... they speak not a word... while they are cradled in dimpled hands amidst the joyful sounds of praises...

~ Lucinda Jane ~

2009-05-15T14:46:00.000-07:00

"Grandmother's Hands"

... Once upon a time, they mixed vanilla with milk, to coax me to drink... they sewed my first coat and frocks... these nurse's hands earned wages which purchased wooden puzzles and dolls for three granddaughters... they were the hands that taught me to sew when I was only five years old... these... my grandmother's hands are full of hope and promise...

~ L.J.W.

2009-05-15T14:24:00.000-07:00

"Heirloom Baby Bonnets"

With Mother's hankie, tuck a little lace, add a dash of ribbon and two little buttons... a stitch here and there... a baby bonnet...

Years from now, tug away a few stitches, press out a crease or two... a bride's handkerchief. A gift from generation to generation...

~ Lucinda Jane Wordsworth

2009-05-15T14:15:00.000-07:00

My Little Lady Guinevere, 1 year ago...

"For this child I prayed, and the Lord heard my petition..."

Guinevere Katharine Blythe,
May you grow in grace, beauty, and the fear of the Lord. May you bring honor to your family, joy to your friends, strength to the weary. One day, may you wear your mother's veil...

Greetings, My Dears

2009-05-15T12:14:00.000-07:00

My Dear Friends,

I write to you in haste, as the duties of motherhood and home are pressing upon me this day. I have but sought the heart of my two dear friends, Prudence Darling and Josephine, and sweet words of friendship and promise have lifted my soul this very day.

As I sit by my window, calling to mind the image of my children splashing in the bird bath, just moments ago, I am slowly finding an inner peace. I felt an urgency to sit with quill in hand and pen these thoughts.

Today, at this moment, I needed to be your friend, Lucinda Jane. And my dear friends, Prudy and Josie, I am excited about our society.

My soul has been much weary this past fortnight, and I thirst for a moment of refreshing, by the Spring of Friendship.

Where, pray tell, is Lady Jocelyn? Please urge her to make haste and pen her thoughts.

Until we meet again, my friends, God Bless you and keep you safe...

With Warm Regards,

Lucy

Welcome To Our Little Society

2009-05-13T14:43:00.000-07:00

Dearest 'Of Lace and Lavender' Ladies,

I greet you with the warmest of greetings. I trust you are in the best of health and that you find all of your family in good health as well. As I was taking a stroll in my little garden this morning a wonderful thought sprang into my heart...we need to start a Blogging Bee! I do enjoy our times at dear sweet Marie's house and of course our gatherings in Lark Hall BUT dear ladies I wish to have more time to share our thoughts, ideas, recipes, and anything you deem interesting!

I want this blogging bee for ALL of us to share so I will provide you with the secret password to sign all of your correspondence with. This Bee is open to all BUT they must respect the ways of the Society. I want to thank our Lucinda Jane for starting our little society as well as her approval of our little blogging bee.

I leave you with a heart full of anticipation,
Prudence Darling Prescott