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Friday

Charles Dickens.......... Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

A Christmas carolImage by Zedzap via Flickr A christmas classic......


Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!




Charles Dickens






Tuesday

Jersey girl.... the original kick ass girl Lillie Langtry the TRUE JERSEY GIRL

VINTAGE BUCKLE **THE JERSEY LILY** LILLIE LANGTRY


AMAZING VINTAGE BUCKLE !

ERA: 1970

MAKER: BERGAMOT BRASS WORKS

lily was one wild woman.......... and the TRUE JERSEY GIRL

http://www.etsy.com/listing/54986743/jersey-girl-vintage-the-original-jersey



* GREAT VINTAGE BUCKLE !

* Born Emilie Charlotte Le Breton, was a highly successful British actress born on the island of Jersey. A renowned beauty, she was nicknamed the "Jersey Lily" and had a number of prominent lovers, including the future King Edward VII.

Emilie was the only daughter of the Dean of Jersey, Rev. William Corbet Le Breton. He gained an unsavoury reputation because of affairs and, after his wife left him, he left Jersey in 1880.[1] He had eloped to Gretna Green with Lillie's mother,[2] who was known for her beauty. [3] In 1842, he married her at Chelsea. One of Lillie's ancestors was Richard le Breton. She had six brothers, all but one older than she. Proving too much for her French governess, Lillie was educated by her brothers' tutor, becoming unusually well educated for women of the time.

In 1874, twenty-year-old Lillie married twenty-six-year-old Irish landowner Edward Langtry, the brother-in-law of her brother William's wife. He was wealthy enough to own a yacht, and Lillie insisted that he take her away from the Channel Islands. Eventually, they rented a place in Belgravia, London.

In an interview published in several newspapers (including the Brisbane Herald) in 1882, Lillie Langtry said,

“It was through Lord Ranleigh and the painter Frank Miles that I was first introduced to London society… I went to London and was brought out by my friends. Among the most enthusiastic of these was Mr Frank Miles, the artist. I learned afterwards that he saw me one evening at the theatre, and tried in vain to discover who I was. He went to his clubs and among his artist friends declaring he had seen a beauty, and he described me to everybody he knew, until one day one of his friends met me and he was duly introduced. Then Mr Miles came and begged me to sit for my portrait. I consented, and when the portrait was finished he sold it to Prince Leopold. From that time I was invited everywhere and made a great deal of by many members of the royal family and nobility. After Frank Miles I sat for portraits to Millais and Burne-Jones and now Frith is putting my face in one of his great pictures."

Lord Ranelagh, a friend of her father and sister-in-law, invited Lillie Langtry to a high-society reception at which she attracted notice for her beauty and wit. In contrast to more elaborate clothing, she wore a simple black dress (which was to become her trademark) and no jewelry.[3] Before the end of the evening, Frank Miles had completed several sketches of her that became very popular on postcards.[4] Another guest, Sir John Everett Millais, eventually painted her portrait. Langtry's nickname, the "Jersey Lily," was taken from the Jersey lily flower (Amaryllis belladonna) – a symbol of Jersey.


The nickname was popularised by Millais' portrait, entitled A Jersey Lily. (According to tradition, the two Jersey natives spoke Jèrriais to each other during the sittings.) The painting caused great interest when exhibited at the Royal Academy. Lillie was portrayed holding a Guernsey lily (Nerine sarniensis) in the painting rather than a Jersey lily, as none was available during the sittings. She also sat for Sir Edward Poynter and is depicted in works by Sir Edward Burne-Jones. She became much sought after in London society, and invitations flooded in. Her fame soon reached royal ears.





The Prince of Wales, Albert Edward ("Bertie"), arranged to sit next to Langtry at a dinner party given by Sir Allen Young on 24 May 1877.[5] (Her husband was seated at the other end of the table.) Though he was married to Princess Alexandra and had six children, Edward was a well-known philanderer. He became infatuated with Langtry and she became his semi-official mistress. She was even presented to Edward's mother, Queen Victoria. Eventually, a cordial relationship developed between her and Princess Alexandra.[6]

The affair lasted from late 1877 to June 1880.[7] Edward had the Red House (now Langtry Manor Hotel) constructed in Bournemouth, Dorset in 1877 as a private retreat for the couple.[8] He allowed Lillie to design it.[8] The tradition is that their relationship finally cooled when she misbehaved at a dinner party, but she had been eclipsed when Sarah Bernhardt came to London in June 1879.

In July 1879 Langtry began an affair with the Earl of Shrewsbury; in January 1880 Langtry and the earl were planning to run away together. In the fall of 1879 there were rumours published in Town Talk that her husband would divorce her and cite, with others, the Prince of Wales. For some time, the Prince saw little of her. He remained fond of her and spoke well of her in her later career as a theatre actress.

With the withdrawal of royal favour, creditors closed in. The Langtrys' finances were not equal to their lifestyle. In October 1880 Langtry sold many of her possessions to meet her debts. Edward Langtry did not officially declare bankruptc



t the suggestion of her close friend Oscar Wilde, Lillie embarked upon a stage career. In December 1881, she made her debut before the London public in She Stoops to Conquer at the Haymarket Theatre. The following autumn, she made her first tour of the United States, to enormous success, which she repeated in subsequent years. While the critics generally condemned her interpretations of roles such as Pauline in the Lady of Lyons or Rosalind in As You Like It, the public loved her.In 1903, she starred in America in The Crossways, written by her in collaboration with J. Hartley Manners.[15] She returned to the United States for tours in 1906 and again in 1912, appearing in vaudeville.



From 1882 to 1891, Langtry had a relationship with the New York City millionaire Frederic Gebhard. With him, she became involved in the sport of Thoroughbred horse racing. In 1885 she and Gebhard brought a stable of American horses to race in England. On August 13, 1888 Langtry and Gebhard traveled in her private car attached to an Erie Railroad express train bound for Chicago. Another railcar was transporting seventeen of their horses when it derailed at Shohola, Pennsylvania at 1:40 in the morning. Rolling down an 80-foot embankment, it burst into flames. One person died in the fire, along with Gebhard's champion runner Eole and fourteen racehorses belonging to him and Langtry. One of the two horses to survive the wreck was St. Saviour. He was named for St. Saviour's Church in Jersey, where Langtry's father had been rector and where the actress chose to be buried after her death.In 1900, Langtry's horse Merman, ridden by American Tod Sloan, won the Ascot Gold Cup.



In 1897, Langtry became an American citizen. She divorced her husband Edward Langtry the same year in Lakeport, California. Edward Langtry died a few months later following an accident that same year[18]. A letter of condolence written by her to a widow reads in part, "I too have lost a husband, but alas! it was no great loss."[19]

In 1888 Langtry purchased a winery with an area of 4,200 acres (17 km2) in Lake County, California which produced red wine. She sold it in 1906. The winery and vineyard are still in operation.

From April 1891 until his death at New Orleans in March 1893, Langtry was involved in a relationship with George Alexander Baird, millionaire amateur jockey and pugilist[20.

In 1899, she married the much younger Hugo Gerald de Bathe.[15] He would inherit a baronetcy and become a leading owner in the horse-racing world, before retiring to Monte Carlo. During her final years, Langtry resided in a home in Monaco, with her husband living a short distance away. The two saw one another only when she called on him for social gatherings or in brief private encounters. Her constant companion during this time was her close friend, Mathilda Peat, the widow of her butler.

From 1900 to 1903, Langtry was the lessee and manager of London's Imperial Theatre

Keen's Chop House in New York says that Langtry sued them in 1905 over their gentlemen's-only seating policy and won, then sailed in wearing a feather boa and ordered a mutton chop.

Langtry died in Monaco in 1929. She was buried in the graveyard of St. Saviour's Church in Jersey.

a true JERSEY girl------  http://www.etsy.com/listing/54986743/jersey-girl-vintage-the-original-jersey

summer......... walt whitman

Press close, bare-bosomed Night! Press close, magnetic,

nourishing Night!

Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars!

Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!

~Walt Whitman

dominoes......................

Dominoes July 13th................ by caitie



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Sunday

Albert Einstein...................

"There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
 The other is as though everything is a miracle."—
Albert Einstein

Etsy Item on front page........ yea!!!

I am SO SO SO incredibly happy to have my little vintage yellow rubber mouse featured on the front page of Etsy.... what an honor..... this is the SIXTH time one of my items have been featured on the front page and each time it is exciting and thrilling as it was the very first time one of my items was featured... so cool, and a big shout out to CutOutAndCollect who put this treasury together....... smooches caitie

Thursday


"The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept."

— George Carlin

Wednesday

Quote E.B. WHITE.....................


"If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem. But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day."

— E.B. White

Thursday

If a site reappears, so will we. If the criminals move overseas, we will follow

Oddly charming..............Every once in a while I like to watch a movie online...... the movie starts, you can see a movie screen and hear people talking in a wonderful colorful  foreign language, the movie is blury and out of focus, and people are constantly getting up and down and you can see them moving around, sound is terrible and sometimes in russian,the picture goes from crystal clear to totally pixilated in seconds flat and then back again.  Its like seing a movie in a theater and I find something oddly charming about it...........  I thought these movies being posted was illegal but then why were the sites so professional, and up for so long, and offering a huge variety........ these times they are a changing.......

 --  a HUGE PIRACY SEIZURE BY THE US DEPARTMENT OF JUSTICE AND OTHER AGENCIES--- I was wondering when they were going to do something.......... they siezed the sites, the bank accounts and the properties of 9 sites........ and even though I am for freedom of speech I do believe in intellectual property ..... I do think this whole seizure is incredibly  interesting.


"If a site reappears, so will we.
If the criminals move overseas, we will follow"

John Morton, Immigration and Customs Enforcement 

I love this very clear susinct, powerful quote.

Sunday

Vanguard Studios 1970 Wall Sculpture woman .......vanathane

Still deciding whether she is the the ugliest or the coolest.............. marked on back with brass tag Vanguard Studios 1970......... made out of vanathane

Friday

Free clip art gypsy

Gypsy- free clip art

smooches caitie

Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs..........

"Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created."

— Neil Gaiman (Fragile Things)

Saturday

free mermaid clip art and writing prompt.........

Tom Robbins sets us straight .......................

"So you think that you're a failure, do you? Well, you probably are. What's wrong with that? In the first place, if you've any sense at all you must have learned by now that we pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats. Go ahead and fail. But fail with wit, fail with grace, fail with style. A mediocre failure is as insufferable as a mediocre success. Embrace failure! Seek it out. Learn to love it. That may be the only way any of us will ever be free."
— Tom Robbins

primordial chlorophyll west of chicago

primordial chlorophyll west of chicago
finger painting and camel hair brush
by caitie
all rights reserved

Friday

Oregon Morning, for Madame L.........

Oregon Morning, breakfast by the stream
inspired by the amazing Madame L
Camel hair, Knife and Finger painting
by caitie

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Damn, that neil gaiman is good.......

"I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.
I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.
I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.
I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.
I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.
I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.
I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.
I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.
I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.
I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.
I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it."
— Neil Gaiman
pictures by caitie all rights reserved

Wednesday

Tom Robbins- still life with woodpecker-- my favorite Tom Robbins book

"Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as its accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make" and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free."




— Tom Robbins (Still Life with Woodpecker)
 
My favorite- caitie the redheaded cowgirl

Saturday

unauthorized biography.....................

"I'm writing an unauthorized autobiography." — Steven Wright

tee hee i think that some days I am clearly doing this...... tee hee some day are better than others... but a good day writing is better than anything else, even a bad day writing is better than anything else..........
smooches caitie
Writers sometimes spend alot of time looking out of windows, you think they are just daydreaming but sometimes they are just trying to make sense of the world.

Tuesday

Secrets

"Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe."
 Neil Gaiman