Maple Stars…


 

B9B787AF-EE4D-4266-A8C1-42B991B53C35For God so loved the heavenly Stars- He gave them to the Maple Tree.

Her leaves are Grace Notes in the Spring and Starry shade in Summer.

Then on a crisp and chilly morn against an Autumn sky-

The Maple tree transforms – a flaming Scarlet Sight.

Soon crowned with Crimson Stars she’ll breathe…

 A grateful sigh for Celestial Beams,

A Shepherds Field. One Starry Night-

 When Angels sing- A Herald’s song-

Of Winter’s Babe- The Newborn King!


Love y’all, Camellia

*This beautiful and inspiring Maple Tree was photographed  by my dear friend, Sandra. Used with permission.

Tartans ‘n Plaids…

2EF6971A-8C6A-40C0-B461-3C7B59C09219Tartans ‘n Plaids are beloved patterns in the South. The plaids of my youth were- constrained by rules, like all fashion  and design statements. Tartans ‘n Plaids have rules:

  • Wear Tartans and Plaids in Fall and Winter. with rare exceptions
  • The weight, size and color of Tartans or Plaids ( you must think scale here)
  • There is an appropriate Time, Occasion and Location to use Plaids (with an emphasis on appropriate)

Some Southerners identified the Tartan Plaids of their Scottish forbears as far back as the mid 19th century. Therefore, some of us do tend to get historical about these things, mainly because we’re clannish ourselves.  Sir Walter Scott declared every Clan should wear their Tartans for a royal visit by George IV- give a Southerner about a fourth generation of anything and we’ll do as we’re told! I’m not well versed in the many official Tartan Plaids. As a young person, I attended an International Fair held in Birmingham during the 60’s and 70’s- Scotland was the highlighted country… I have to admit I looked up our Plaids!  The descriptions were wonderful-

  • Red and Black Plaid shot through with Gold,
  • Royal Blue and Medium Green shot through with White (Canadian version),
  • Classic Green and Navy Blue shot with Gold on an uneven line.54501844-254A-4428-BAFB-BA17832AC612

Tartans aren’t ordinary plaids- Oh no, Tartan is of Scottish origin. Therein lies the difference- a Tartan is a Plaid but a Plaid is not always a Tartan! Oh my, ordinary Plaid has appeared in some awful interior designs and fabrics!

Even now, I’m certain that you will find, in some terribly rustic hunting camps –  plaid cast off furniture in particular, large and awful color combos– with a ‘Herculean’ claim to be indestructible. Let’s just say- you can’t put a bullet through any of this Plaid! Whole Living Room Suites (we pronounce that suits) were made up in brown, black, harvest gold or avocado green shot through with cream in patterns the size of Hercules himself! This is definitely NOT Tartan… that Herculean Plaid made it’s way into homes as Christmas gifts for dear old Dads- a Recliner sitting alongside Momma’s floral cut velvet- a big ol’ ugly Plaid– situated center stage in front of the TV- wide arms, maybe a built in beverage cup holder. The Recliner had to be given a wide berth in case Dad decided to Recline, flopping it backward with a lever on the side, he loved it!

I’ve seen whole horrid plaid suites tossed out on the side of a rural road– living proof that the rough plaid fabric will never die. The foam cushions might crumble, the springs might rust- the wood might rot… but that heavy plaid fabric will be there for you as a rural effort at starting a Roadside Rest Stop.  Tacky is too mild a word! And, then there were… awful Leisure Suits made of Plaid Polyester – enormous plaids- always large and loud…for some reason never discreet or to scale! Both the plaid furniture and outrageous attire might have been touted as indestructible- but let me ask you-who wanted it to last? Neither offered Comfort and Joy.E285E163-93AF-4859-8035-BE7B28745366

Tartan Plaids- aren’t tacky. They are made in comfortable cotton, soft wool or taffeta. Not tacky or loud but we did have our rules on wearing them. With the exception of the Cradle and the Grave, most Tartan Plaids can be worn by all ages. Infants did not wear large plaids. Tiny muted plaids might be acceptable in a baby boy’s room- though never nurseries blanketed or wallpapered in loud plaids- who knew what  could happen?

  • Colic, Rash,
  • Thrush or Cradle Cap?
  • Loud plaids can be unsettling!
  • Think soft and to scale for children.

Tiny Toddlers could sport Tiny Tartans- smocked with Christmas Tree inserts or monogrammed on white pique, even garments topped with lace insertion collars. Little boys wore Plaid Shorts buttoned onto White Collared or Smocked tops. No trip to see Santa would be quite as adorable as little ones dressed in Tartan! 86AAE34A-A279-4413-96AA-E5B4CF3F2C0E

Older children might wear a Tartan Plaid Jumper, a Pleated Skirt, Pants or Shorts but rarely put plaid close to cherubic faces. Think Tiny- to scale.

For ladies, we love our plaid blouses and Tartan Kilts. For men, classic Tartan Plaid shirts often pair nicely with a V Neck Sweater and Khakis. For Holiday Fashion, there’s no fabric as festive as Tartan plaids-

  • Ribbons Sashes, Hair Bows and Scarves.
  • Tartan Christmas Stockings, Tree Skirts, Table Linens,
  • Dishes, Invitations, Tartan Throws and Blankets- all bring holiday warmth and cheer to the Home.
  • Formal Taffeta Hostess Skirts and Dresses, Cumberbunds, Bow Ties, even Vests, if not overdone;
  • The discreet lining of a Jacket or Wrap also lends a festive flair to Holiday Parties.
  • For School Girls- Tartans are always in Fashion. Festive and classic are the operative words.Processed with VSCO with k3 preset

Wearing a loud plaid to a Funeral is highly discouraged, though certain dark discreet and solemn tartans are acceptable. Nothing bright and loud.  We Southerners completely love Funerals accompanied by Scottish Bagpipers- Men in Tartan Plaid Kilts (Black Watch Pattern) with highly polished Black Shoes and Knee-high Dark Socks are considered solemn and appropriate. The Bagpipers should stand on a slight slope if possible, but stand a decent, discreet distance away from an Open Grave. The sound of Bagpipes always makes me cry.4EC80046-0629-444D-BF26-C1DF21AAA024

These were the Old Rules- nowadays anything goes and I have to admit I like some of it- but I do miss Dress up Parties where ladies actually wore Hostess Dresses and Skirts with smart black velvet shoes. Tartans ‘n Plaids rank among my favorite Holiday Patterns. Nothing can dress up a Wreath or a Package quite like a Red Plaid shot through with metallic gold thread!

642CBD27-56EB-4F91-A252-61EB90B7D8A9You may be asking- why all of this talk of Tartans ‘n Plaids? Well… Saint Andrew, the Patron Saint of Scotland, is celebrated at the end of November.  Andrew happens to be one of my favorite Apostles, a rank and file man, apparently uninterested in personal fame, keenly interested in the Cause of Christ. Every time we see Andrew in Scripture- he  is bringing someone to Jesus. Andrew introduced his brother Peter to Jesus and brought a little lad with an even smaller lunch of loaves and fishes to Jesus when thousands were hungry! And really? Isn’t that the best reason to celebrate the beginning of the Christmas Season and Scotland’s Saint Andrew with classic Tartans ‘n Plaids? I think so…let the Holidays begin!

Love y’all, Camellia

*Photograph of our lovely young model at her first professional photo shoot is used with permission! Photographs of the adorable and festive little girls are also used with permission. Please respect their ages and please don’t use without permission! * The Herculean fabric had a name- Herculon® it was indestructible and I never saw a plaid pattern of it that I liked! It must have been enormously successful though!In a region once filled with textile mills, if it was made in the South, we’re all grateful! *All other photographs are mine!

Warm Winter Punch…

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It would be difficult to imagine the South’s celebrations through the years without a Punch Bowl…either Silver or Cut Glass- there was always some sort of Punch for Weddings, Afternoon Teas, Retirement Parties, Dances, Anniversaries, Graduations and even Kindergarteners were celebrated with Punch. Summer’s Fancy Ice Rings, blocks of Creamy Sherbet and Floating Citrus Slices gave way to Winter’s Hot Spiced Tea, Holiday Eggnog and Spirited Punch- highly spirited if you know what I mean. Winter Punch was always a hit. Along with Punch Bowls, Silver Urns for Coffee and antique Silver Tea Sets stood proudly on sideboards or buffet tables ready for any and all occasions. When someone was asked to serve…yes it was an honor, however, the most delicate of all serving- was ladling the punch! Oh my, I wish I had a nickel for every time I’ve heard- ‘Ok, I’ll help serve, just don’t ask me to ladle the punch!‘ Ladling the Punch meant-

  • Not getting a drop of punch on the starched white tablecloth,
  • Wielding a big silver ladle over delicate punch cups,
  • Lining up the cups as quickly as possible.
  • No one wants to be in a long punch line!

Just try to keep that sticky punch from dripping on a fancy dress, a whole party could be ruined with punch stains! Dry cleaners were surely horrified when asked to remove stains from silk, chiffon, lace or velvet.  Of course anyone who was the proud owner of a Punch Bowl was invited to every party- a surefire ticket to any occasion of importance. Now, times are changing… a dear lady exclaimed to me,

‘Ah have two large silver punch bowls that belonged to mah motha’ and grandmotha’ and not one of mah children wants them!’

I suggested she donate them to a church- you never know! Occasionally, you still see a punch bowl at Weddings or Tea Parties, even the rare Eggnog Party at Christmastime.  And while we might not drag out a punch bowl at home, we do still love icy or warm punch depending on the season.

When a chill fills the air and a light dusting of frost nips the garden’s Turnip Greens, Cabbages and Collards- Fall and Winter have arrived. Even the air smells different as the sap runs down. Pine Cones have fallen, bright Rose Hips, Nandina and Holly Berries are showing off as we Southerners, who complain most of the year about the heat and humidity– when the weather begins to cool off, we shiver and sniffle and turn indoors for warmth. We put out Blankets and Throws, drag out our Slippers and Pajamas, pull out Scarves- wool, fur and silk. We make big pots of Soup and Chili- with what else? Cornbread! And we want our houses to smell festive. Warm Winter mugs of Hot Chocolate, fragrant Coffee and hot lemony Tea help chase away the chill. For me, nothing makes a house smell Inviting like the warm spices of the holidays- Cinnamon, Cloves, Nutmeg and Ginger in the oven baking or simmering on the stove. One of my favorites is Warm Winter Punch… not highly spirited, though I guess you could improvise. This one is so easy I’m almost ashamed to write it down.60C479E6-BF7C-4529-B21C-225E750BC7F6

 

Camellia’s Warm Winter Punch

  • You will need-
  • Bottled or Canned Pineapple Juice- approximately 6 cups
  • Bottled Cranberry Juice approximately 6 cups
  • 5-6 Whole Cloves
  • 2-3 Cinnamon Sticks

In a large Dutch Oven, combine Pineapple Juice and Cranberry Juice. Toss in  5-6 whole cloves and 2-3 cinnamon sticks. On medium low heat, bring juices and spices to a simmer- do not boil. Ladle up Warm Winter Punch in your favorite mug and enjoy all winter long. It’s hard to believe just four ingredients can do so much- the house smell glorious, it’s warm and satisfying without being overly sweet  and festive enough for a Christmas Party, yet makes everyday seem like a Holiday! You don’t even have to drag out the Punch Bowl!

Love y’all, Camellia

*photographs are obviously mine.

Thanksgiving in the South…

Well…I couldn’t resist a re-run on last year’s Southern Thanksgiving! Hope you enjoy it!

Camellia's Cottage

FABD3DC6-D245-4805-B4AE-374585D66D08It’s occurred to me that Thanksgiving in the South offers some interesting enlightenment of our people and our region.. All regions know how interesting, maddening, delightful and hilarious family holidays can be! Here we never want to be too critical of the family because, well it’s not exaggerating to say that Southern Food, Southern Beauty and Southern Accents are far superior. The South has eye popping beauty- refined, rustic or rough as a cob, like the people who’re from here.

Take the Grumpy Uncle who can get loud- you know the type- knows it all but never knows when to hush up.  His scope of the political landscape is daunting- he’s a ‘law and order, hang ’em high and often’ kind of guy- His wife watches NPR and graciously corrects him -saying ‘Thank you darling for sharing your perspective’. They stopped watching the nightly news together years ago and have agreed to disagree. She likes diversity- attends Combined Worship Services with all Communities- Grumpy Uncle stays home.

Then there’s the Nephew who lives for the…

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