The Thimble shown is "Winter Village" by Joan Dodge, available from Gimbel & Sons Gifts and Collectibles.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
The Kiswa comprises 47 pieces of the finest silk cloth, totaling 28,524 square feet (about 1477 pounds), embroidered with nearly 33 pounds of gold-plated silver wire. The Kiswa is wrapped around the Ka'aba and fastened to the ground with copper rings. The current cost of making the Kiswa is roughly US$4-6 million.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Update: See comment from Luis, AKA "Prosilversmith." It is sad that there has not been more interest in Mr. Marroquin's thimbles. They are absolutely exquisite. I think that collectors tend to flock to what they have heard of or seen in books or whatever, and don't use their own judgment as to what is beautiful and of value. I understand that there is a need to distinguish between, say, genuine antiques and "instant collectible" junk, but I think we also need to appreciate that there are artisans creating beautiful pieces today that are just as worthy of being collected as any "antiques" out there.
This is beautiful.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
When the Night Mail's ready to depart,
Saying "Skimble where is Skimble has he gone to hunt the thimble?
We must find him or the train can't start."
All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster's daughters
They are searching high and low,
Saying "Skimble where is Skimble for unless he's very nimble
Then the Night Mail just can't go."
At 11.42 then the signal's nearly due
And the passengers are frantic to a man—
Then Skimble will appear and he'll saunter to the rear:
He's been busy in the luggage van!
He gives one flash of his glass-green eyes
And the signal goes "All Clear!"
And we're off at last for the northern part
Of the Northern Hemisphere!
You may say that by and large it is Skimble who's in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express.
From the driver and the guards to the bagmen playing cards
He will supervise them all, more or less.
Down the corridor he paces and examines all the faces
Of the travellers in the First and the Third;
He establishes control by a regular patrol
And he'd know at once if anything occurred.
He will watch you without winking and he sees what you are thinking
And it's certain that he doesn't approve
Of hilarity and riot, so the folk are very quiet
When Skimble is about and on the move.
You can play no pranks with Skimbleshanks!
He's a Cat that cannot be ignored;
So nothing goes wrong on the Northern Mail
When Skimbleshanks is aboard.
Oh, it's very pleasant when you have found your little den
With your name written up on the door.
And the berth is very neat with a newly folded sheet
And there's not a speck of dust on the floor.
There is every sort of light-you can make it dark or bright;
There's a handle that you turn to make a breeze.
There's a funny little basin you're supposed to wash your face in
And a crank to shut the window if you sneeze.
Then the guard looks in politely and will ask you very brightly
"Do you like your morning tea weak or strong?"
But Skimble's just behind him and was ready to remind him,
For Skimble won't let anything go wrong.
And when you creep into your cosy berth
And pull up the counterpane,
You ought to reflect that it's very nice
To know that you won't be bothered by mice—
You can leave all that to the Railway Cat,
The Cat of the Railway Train!
In the watches of the night he is always fresh and bright;
Every now and then he has a cup of tea
With perhaps a drop of Scotch while he's keeping on the watch,
Only stopping here and there to catch a flea.
You were fast asleep at Crewe and so you never knew
That he was walking up and down the station;
You were sleeping all the while he was busy at Carlisle,
Where he greets the stationmaster with elation.
But you saw him at Dumfries, where he speaks to the police
If there's anything they ought to know about:
When you get to Gallowgate there you do not have to wait—
For Skimbleshanks will help you to get out!
He gives you a wave of his long brown tail
Which says: "I'll see you again!
You'll meet without fail on the Midnight Mail
The Cat of the Railway Train."
So, I know that I should have a little picture of a thimble with the poster of the musical Cats here. The thing is. . . dare I confess it?. . . I hate that musical. Hate it. I'm not so very fond of any Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals, period.
Duhhhm-dum . . .dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-duhhhm-dum.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Now I am tired
I call: "Where are you?"
But there is only the oak-tree rustling in the wind.
The house is very quiet,
The sun shines in on your books,
On your scissors and thimble just put down,
But you are not there.
Suddenly I am lonely:
Where are you? I go about searching.
Then I see you,
Standing under a spire of pale blue larkspur,
With a basket of roses on your arm.
You are cool, like silver,
And you smile.
I think the Canterbury bells are playing little tunes.
You tell me that the peonies need spraying,
That the columbines have overrun all bounds,
That the pyrus japonica should be cut back and rounded.
You tell me all these things.
But I look at you, heart of silver,
White heart-flame of polished silver,
Burning beneath the blue steeples of the larkspur,
And I long to kneel instantly at your feet,
While all about us peal the loud, sweet, Te Deums of the Canterbury bells.
Friday, December 07, 2007
You can also get a matching itty-bitty thimble stand for $15.00. The items on the site have already been sold, but Anouk can replicate any of the designs or create a custom design (more expensive). She also does custom watercolors.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Her designs are not for sale on her website, though one can purchase Sharon's designs from a number of online retailers, like Needle Nook of La Jolla (CA), and RichSister Company. I got my "Thimble Full" canvas through one of the eBay vendors of fine needlepoint canvases.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Half of the fellow father as he doubles
His sea-sucked Adam in the hollow hulk,
Half of the fellow mother as she dabbles
To-morrow's diver in her horny milk,
Bisected shadows on the thunder's bone
Bolt for the salt unborn.
The fellow half was frozen as it bubbled
Corrosive spring out of the iceberg's crop,
The fellow seed and shadow as it babbled
The swing of milk was tufted in the pap,
For half of love was planted in the lost,
And the unplanted ghost.
The broken halves are fellowed in a cripple,
The crutch that marrow taps upon their sleep,
Limp in the street of sea, among the rabble
Of tide-tongued heads and bladders in the deep,
And stake the sleepers in the savage grave
That the vampire laugh.
The patchwork halves were cloven as they scudded
The wild pigs' wood, and slime upon the trees,
Sucking the dark, kissed on the cyanide,
And loosed the braiding adders from their hairs,
Rotating halves are horning as they drill
The arterial angel.
What colour is glory? death's feather? tremble
The halves that pierce the pin's point in the air,
And prick the thumb-stained heaven through the thimble.
The ghost is dumb that stammered in the straw,
The ghost that hatched his havoc as he flew
Blinds their cloud-tracking eye.
My world is pyramid. The padded mummer
Weeps on the desert ochre and the salt
My Egypt's armour buckling in its sheet,
I scrape through resin to a starry bone
And a blood parhelion.
My world is cypress, and an English valley.
I piece my flesh that rattled on the yards
Red in an Austrian volley.
I hear, through dead men's drums, the riddled lads,
Screwing their bowels from a hill of bones,
Cry Eloi to the guns.
My grave is watered by the crossing Jordan.
The Arctic scut, and basin of the South,
Drip on my dead house garden.
Who seek me landward, marking in my mouth
The straws of Asia, lose me as I turn
Through the Atlantic corn.
The fellow halves that, cloven as they swivel
On casting tides, are tangled in the shells,
Bearding the unborn devil,
Bleed from my burning fork and smell my heels.
The tongue's of heaven gossip as I glide
Binding my angel's hood.
Who blows death's feather? What glory is colour?
I blow the stammel feather in the vein.
The loin is glory in a working pallor.
My clay unsuckled and my salt unborn,
The secret child, I sift about the sea
Dry in the half-tracked thigh.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
This particular thimble belonged to Sara van Reigersberg, given to her on her wedding day, 20 November 1594, by her new husband, Ingel Leunissen. Reproductions have been made with permission of the museum, in sterling silver, with and without the gold overlay, and are themselves considered worthy additions to any collection.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
US$107.50; 23 bids, starting at US$0.99.
31 July 2007.
I think these were produced by Carenton Porcelaine. I believe the folks at Carenton do the handpainting on thimble blanks (undecorated, unglazed porcelain thimbles) made in Limoges, France. I don't think they do the fussing with the clay and all that. There are some lovely thimbles from Carenton Porcelaine similar to these ones available though The Thimble Guild. They're not all together on one page, so they're tricky to find. The easiest way seems to be clicking on the "From Around the World" link and then scrolling through the six pages in that category. They're not cheap.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
US$75.00; 6 bids, starting at US$10.00.
16 August 2007.
Another example of U.S. Patent No. 2092942. The first example sold for US$42.00. Usually collectibles with appeal to more than one kind of collector--say Coca-Cola® collectors and thimble collectors--will go a little higher than usual because of the increased competition among bidders.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
2 Tblsp. peanut butter (preferably smooth)
2 slices white sandwich bread, lightly toasted.
1 small ripe banana, mashed with a fork (about ¼ cup)
2 Tblsp. butter, melted
- Spread peanut butter evenly on 1 slice of toast, then spread mashed banana on other slice, leaving a ¼-inch border around edge.
- Close sandwich, gently pressing bread slices together.
- Fry sandwich in melted butter, turning over once, until golden brown, about 2 minutes total.
- Eat while still warm.
*Recipe adapted from Are You Hungry Tonight?: Elvis' Favorite Recipes,by Brenda Butler.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
US$86.00; 26 bids (whew!), starting at US$9.99.
10 August 2007.
I like this thimble a lot. I have a few silver enamelled thimbles; mostly with flowers on a pastel background or variations on a blue windmill scene. This one so colorful!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
I have gone on at some length about the influx of fakes and reproductions of the "Cherubs and Garlands" thimble into the various venues for selling thimbles. Within the last couple of weeks two auctions of what look to me from the photographs to genuine "Cherubs and Garlands" thimbles have been up for auction on eBay. Both thimbles have no holes, are in-round, and have (as shown in photos) authentic Simons Bros. marks. The auctions brought the following results:
9 August 2007: Size 9: US $34.68; 3 bids, starting at US$25.82.
10 August 2007: Size 11: US$44.95; 13 bids, starting at US$1.08.
A third auction of what was purported to be a "Cherubs and Garlands" thimble with a seller-set starting bid of $35.00 went un-bid upon. This third thimble looked a little sketchy to me. But why are the prices of genuine ones so low? Bidder skepticism as to their authenticity or is there a glut on the "Cherubs and Garlands" thimble market? Hmm. . .
On the other hand, a sterling Simons Bros. "Stitch in Time" thimble had a respectable showing at US $229.30 (8 bids starting at US$33.33). Maybe a little lower than I've seen, but still pretty good for about one-fifth of an ounce of .925 silver.
But back to dubious thimbles and purveyors thereof:
I also posted about some thimbles that were supposed to be either (1) Fabergé from the Bulgarian royal court, or (2) 19th c. generic European (no marks), but I thought most likely neither. Now I find this ghastly cat thimble much in the same style, with what look at a distance like British silver marks. Who knows where they're really coming from?
A kind correspondant informs me that a series like this was sold as "modern" by the Thimble Society of London in the early 1990s. Thank you.
Monday, August 13, 2007
More information about her life and work can be found at the Patina Gallery (Santa Fe, NM) website and at her daughter, Jo Adell's website, knot-working.com. Jo is also an accomplished jewelry-artist.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
The Eye had hurried by
Except a perished Creature
Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little Workmanships
In Crayon, or in Wool,
With "This was last Her fingers did" --
Industrious until --
The Thimble weighed too heavy --
The stitches stopped -- by themselves --
And then 'twas put among the Dust
Upon the Closet shelves --
A Book I have -- a friend gave --
Whose Pencil -- here and there --
Had notched the place that pleased Him --
At Rest -- His fingers are --
Now -- when I read -- I read not --
For interrupting Tears --
Obliterate the Etchings
Too Costly for Repairs.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
--Antoine de St. Exupéry
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
So what is the Edinburgh Military Tattoo? It's a performance by various military regiments from all over the world, held at Edinburgh Castle. Marching and drumming and bagpiping and so forth. It has sold out for the last several years. It is a magnificent spectacle to behold.
I am not a big fan of American-style parades or football half-time shows. I particularly don't care for marching bands. One bunch of high school/college trombonists swaying back and forth to any of the twelve different songs they ever play looks pretty much like any other bunch of marching trombonists. I realize they have to practice a lot and march in unison and spell out "Go Wildcats" with rogue baton twirlers and all that, but, please. . . enough already.
Anyway, the 2007 Edinburgh Military Tattoo starts today and ends the 25th of August. It is incredibly wonderful.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Louis Gallait, 1873.
Oil on canvas.
Musées Royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique,
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
CHARLES MILES was indicted for burglariously breaking and entering the dwelling-house of James Alexander , about seven o'clock in the night of the 10th of January, at St. Luke, with intent to steal, and burglariously stealing therein, one tea-caddy, value 10 s.; one looking-glass, value 20 s., and one thimble, value 2 s., his property.
MARY ALEXANDER. I am the wife of James Alexander; we live at No. 2, West-place, Bath-street, City-road, St. Luke's; he keeps the whole house. Last Monday evening these things were in the parlour, the glass hung in the room, the tea-caddy was on a table under the glass, and the thimble on the mantle-piece. Between six and seven o'clock in the evening, after dark, a knock came at the door, my sister-in-law went to the door, I heard a cry of thieves, went into the parlour in a minutes, and missed these things - the looking-glass was only taken from its place, and put on a chair by the window, which was up, and the blinds open. I had seen them in the parlour an an hour or two before. The tea-caddy was worth 10 s. The parlour-window was shut, and the shutters shut outside, but not fastened. I did not see the shutters shut, but about half-past five o'clock I saw the window close down - I do not think that it was fastened, it was then dark; the things were then safe, and the looking-glass hanging up. The officer produced my thimble.
THOMAS BRADFORD. I am a constable. I was on duty in John's-row, and as we came to the prosecutrix's window, about a quarter before seven o'clock, a woman cried out "There is somebody jumped out of the window." I went immediately to the window, a man stood there, whom I thought belonged to the woman; he pulled the prisoner out of the window, and said,
"You rascal, here is one of them;" he was in the parlour. The man then ran away. The prisoner ran to the paling, and five or six people secured him, while we pursued the man. On my return I searched him, and found this thimble at his feet, it dropped from him.
JOHN TWEEDY. I am a constable. I was with Bradford; his account his perfectly correct. I found the glass on the chair.
(Property produced and sworn to.)
Prisoner's Defence. I was walking along, kicked the thimble, picked it up, and put it into my pocket, it fell out of my pocket as it had a hole in it. I was not in the house.
GUILTY. Aged 15.
Sentenced to Death.
Second Middlesex Jury, before Mr. Justice Holroyd.
Merciful Lord in Heaven!
See original (page 1, page 2).
Monday, July 23, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Friday night was the Harry Potter 7 release party at which we had, I dunno. . .1300 people?? Lotsa people. Too many people. All raving lunatic Harry Potter fans. I got home at about 4 a.m. the next (Saturday) morning. Could not sleep. Spent Saturday "day" staring at sales numbers. Now I wanna sleep.
Thimbles available from Birchcroft China.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
The Charleston (SC) Mercury,
25 March 1856: issue 9562; col. C.
The Galveston (TX) Daily News,
9 March 1882: issue 301; col. I.
St. Louis (MO) Globe-Democrat,
1 September 1885: page 6, issue 101, col. E.
Now I know how to clean my thimbles.