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Friday, January 06, 2012
Treasures
The wife of a friend makes these miniatures out of her own handmade crocheted lace and satin and sequins. She stiffens the lace in the old fashioned way with sugar. She handed me a little box of them tonight – they look like snowflakes. Along with these there was her home-made molasses bread, a dark fruit cake, marshberry jam and cookies to stagger out her door with. The casual generosity of Newfoundlanders still takes my breath away.
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Those are some more keepsakes for you to hang on to and find a place for :o) The other goodies sound delicious. Will you be able to eat them all?
ReplyDeleteI love those Keepsakes. It is a long time since I tried the art of sugaring some crochet or lace. One of these days....!
ReplyDeleteNora:
ReplyDeleteNo I can't eat the cookies but I will offer everything to my guests here over the next week or so :)
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CC12:
ReplyDeleteAren't they though? We can never judge people by their "outers", this woman is particularly tough, but inside her is the soul of an artist.
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GM:
ReplyDeleteA nun at my high school would make baskets of such things and fill them with sugared fruit.
Get going, lady!
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