I have spent another week editing our lives on every level. The pile of boxes, books, pictures and mirrors in our UK garage has been rigorously sorted and tidied and the stuff destined for France edited down to what I really, really want to take over there.
As picture framing is more expensive in France I decided it would make sense to get most of the pieces that are either unframed or unsympathetically framed sorted out here & now. The 19thc embroidery top left featured on an earlier post in it’s original shiny black frame which did it no favours at all- see right
Repainted in matte cream paint it looks totally different, softer & lighter & the character of the fine silk chain stitch on old linen is shown off to best advantage.
Then Serendipity took me into a local charity shop where I saw the frame below left- unusually, I did not have my list of measurements with me but I instantly knew it was very close to what I needed to frame my very unconventionally rescued 18thc woolwork piece.
Readers, it was PERFECT! Look at that fit ! what are the chances of random fate finding that ! The wood frame is lightly gilded but also has a hint of the same faded dirty pink found on the piece itself. So no further work required by me, though I did break what’s left of my nails fitting it.
I feel better for all this editing. Refining what we want, putting anything dubious or superfluous on ebay, because this is something I can control.
I can’t control my ongoing angst re Brexit; which has been revived by the knowledge that Mrs May & her Minions are currently thrashing an exit plan out at Chequers.
My gut/instinct/inner voice normally tells me one thing at a time. Currently it is speaking in many voices, all doom-laden.