Be a little gay (1955)

Just more example of why it can be vital to take your camera to the loo with you – this article about how to be a good wife is framed on the wall next to the ladies’  in a restaurant in Kommetjie.

My favourite snippet is “Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and it is one of your duties to provide it.”

Over 50 years later,  it is almost too easy for us to be derisive about the kind of philosophy that underpins this stuff. At the same time, I have to wonder what happened to the women who didn’t buy into it – are we reading their books now, or looking at their paintings, or buying shares in corporations  they once started? Were there any men in those days who didn’t have these expectations of women?

Ah well, I’m off to sort the dirty laundry (but at least it’s all mine.)

To be continued…

a win-win situation

Two wins to report today:

1. The winner of the Jam Tarts give-away is Mj Hanley-Goff, all the way away in Washington in the Yoo-nited States! Mj is a writer and traveller and mom, and earlier this year she brought her 16-year old daughter to visit South Africa and see what we’re all about over here.

2. The other win is a mention that we got in the July issue of the Ideas magazine: just a teeny one but, hey, every bit helps. (Plus they included a really nice pic of one of my mirrors).

To be continued…

 

Tulbagh Spring Arts Festival 1

So my friend, Tina, who lives in Tulbagh and is one of the organisers of the annual Tulbagh Spring Arts Festival, tells me that Jam Tarts must get its act together and be part of the festivities in August.

Consequently, I have started jotting things down on the chalkboard on the wall closest to my front door, so I am reminded of what I must busy myself with for the next two months the instant I walk in the door.  Focus focus focus.

For those of you who don’t know, Tulbagh is a very beautiful small town in the fertile Tulbagh valley about an hour’s drive from Cape Town.  It is surrounded by mountains, has an amazing climate, and nearly all the buildings have been declared national monuments.  There are also a lot of peacocks, they can be seen in every garden and field and tree.  We visited Tulbagh a few months ago and spotted this handsome chap in Church Street showing off for the ladies:

The festival opens on the evening of Friday 24 August and then runs over the next two days. Tina is kind enough to let me have a little corner of her cottage to sleep in, but we will need to be extra tidy because she is opening it to the public during the day – an artist herself, her work is becoming quite well-known, not least for her exquisite miniatures.

I’m excited. I think it’s going to be a stunning weekend, what with all the spring flowers shooting out everywhere, new business for Jam Tarts, midnight feasts with old friends, and lots of wine laughs.

To be continued…

 

 

 

The lady with the lamp(shades)

I’m still on about lampshades. Last week I found a lampshade on my chair when I got to the office one morning.  It was stained and grubby and old, and one of my colleagues commented that he thought it was a strange present to give someone – he and his wife usually buy something new when they give a gift.  ”It’s not a gift, W——–, it’s a challenge,” I patiently explained.

First, I spraypainted the shade in a metallic light blue, but this wasn’t dark enough to cover the marks that my wipe-down hadn’t been able to remove. So I grabbed the copper paint and gave it three coats. Once it was dry the colour looked fine but the fabric went a bit bulgy in places:

(Anne said I could just stick a flower on the lumpy bits if they didn’t disappear.)

Then I ferreted out 3 balls of dark grey dk yarn that I purchased from the Chinese shop in a moment of madness recently. I figured that the whole thing was an experiment so I could use whatever came to hand and if it looked dreadful, it would go in the bin anyway. I crocheted a cover.

It didn’t fit, so I added on a row of shells at the bottom.

It still didn’t fit, so I added on another row of shells, a bit smaller.

Finally it fat.

The spraypaint coating had made the surface slightly rough, so the crochet just stuck to it and held its shape perfectly. My last row of shells was a bit tight so I pulled it right down and stitched the middle stitch in each shell to the fabric that covered the wire rim.  I took the pics last night when I’d finished it so they aren’t great, but I think it turned out okay.  And the person who left it for me — sorry, pal, but you ain’t getting it back now… :)

And my last bit of lampshade news for the day – at the Milnerton Market I had found a packet of 10 crocheted miniature doilies for R15.  They were perfect for my bedside lamp.

There is a matching lampshade on the other side of the bed which, for the moment, remains undecorated.  But just for the moment.

To be continued…