Nah ! I've not gone soft...stop sniggering !
SWM's great aunt Marion, who croaked in 1969, was a Victorian spinster and very talented at needlework.
We have had in our custody since her demise, a firescreen made of a wooden frame with a very delicately embroidered peacock in silk. About 24" X 18".
The picture has a watermark in the backing fabric and some damage to the lower edge...maybe caused by condensation behind the glass.
Anyone have any information about anyone able to repair these things ? I've Googled and found a couple of girls who run a business in the South-East but they seem to specialise in church items.
It would be nice to have it back in good condition and maybe re-framed as a wall hanging picture.
Ted
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I had a maiden aunt who made one of these, her fiancee was killed in Ypres, and I was given the impression that these were sewn as a sort of memorial/memento....
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Might be a starting point. They may know someone local
www.royal-needlework.org.uk/
But they seem to specialise in ecclesiastical embroidery.
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Thanks H. It might help.
I suspect Marion may have been in a similar position, Rob. There was a definite lack of eligible young men after the war, very sad.
She went a bit loopy in later life...always said she could smell the ozone on the station bridge although 40 miles from the sea. Had a hearing aid like an old wooden radio set hung round her neck. Oh, chocolate made her nose bleed as well !........Bless her !
Ted
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Just looking at H's link jogged my brain cell.
One of my best friends trained at the RSN and has worked recently for the Royal Ballet in the costume dept on tour.
I'm going to see her down in Much Wenlock in three weeks, can't take the thing as I'll be on the bike but I'll photo it and see what she says.
Ted
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There's no ozone by the sea, but there is by Southern Region electric trains as the pick ups spark on the third rail.
So possibly not loopy after all. :)
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>> So possibly not loopy after all. :)
sounds like she's been stitched up.
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200 miles from any Southern Region line, Cliff......So I'd go for loopy !
But she was a lovely old duck and much loved. She reckoned the Russians were interfering with her hearing aid when it wouldn't work....... !
I hope I become eccentric...SWM says I am already.
Ted
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Lady Duncan, who does a bit of embroidery, suggests the Embroiderers Guild. they have branches all over the country.
www.embroiderersguild.com/
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Washing machines, cookers and now embroidery.
I'm just waiting to see who starts a thread asking for advice on moisturisers.
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I understand men do use moisturisers RR
For me a dab of fifth wheel grease does the trick:)
Pat
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Wandering through the local shopping arcade yesterday a young lady hopped out of nowhere and waved a small plastic bottle in my face whilst asking me if I'd heard of the Dead Sea.
Astonished to be accosted in such a manner I told her that I had been there, and before I knew what was happening she produced a bowl of salt, in order, apparently, to "ex-foliate" my hands.
I declined her offer in panic, and can now only stare ruefully at the scaly appendages I call fingers.
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Actually, as it happens...
Nivea for men. Much to Pats horror I also manicure my nails, but I find the contrast of nice finger nails hauling onto a lead with 30 killos of snarling malinois on the other end trying to chew my Magnum combat boots, quite erotic.
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Bring back the days when men were men, I say.
They didn't moisturise or exfoliate.
They went to a barber not a hairdresser.
Bald was what happened with sexy maturity and not because it was cheaper than a proper haircut.
They wore clothes of a manly colour like black white and blue, not pink and peach.
They didn't don a superthin pair of marigolds to peer under your bonnet.
Held doors open for ladies.
Moderated their language in our presence.
Opened the car door for you.
Had tattoos only in places you could see when they were dressed.
Changed their own wheels when they had a puncture.
Went to the pub on Saturday lunch time with a copy of The Pink 'Un
Cam home and took their wives out to dinner.
The new man has a lot to answer for.
Pat
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Very well said Pat, except for the last one.
Came home and expected their dinner on the table...
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>> Very well said Pat, except for the last one.
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late, After throwing up on the doorstep following a heavy session down the boozer, and then demanding a kiss.
>>and expected their dinner on the table...
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>> I understand men do use moisturisers RR
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>> Pat
Yeuch - Mindbleach, please! :=)
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That's all very well Pat but I'm sure you can give me some advice on the embroidery.....when you've finished the ironing, of course.
If dinner's not ready when a real man gets home, he gives wifey a poke in the face !
If it is ready, he chucks it in the fire, says ' I'm not eating that muck ' and gives her a poke in the face !
She gets the attention from him both ways !
Ted
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Embroidery. - R.P.
