Monday, April 22, 2013

Sarah Saunders Ceramics and a little made-up story

Both pieces are original art by Sarah Saunders Ceramics.
One of the many delightful Facebook discoveries of artists who would likely not have been found any other way.  Should you wish to know a bit more about Sarah Saunders, here is another link.  Her figures tell me stories, just the way that bird seems to be sharing a nuzzle or whispered secret with the bemused woman wearing the emphatic heart pin.

A Small Fiction

Gloria's eccentricities were widely known, seldom mentioned.  No one dared suggest that her striped shantung two-piece outfit carried more than a whiff of undersized flying fish.  After all, what was it their business?

"A fish outmatches a club," was practically her motto.  In the rough-and-tumble seaside village where she grew up and still lived, Gloria stood apart from her fellows in ever so many ways.  The first being her insistance on running a tea shoppe of uncommon refinement and loveliness, the second being the use of any locally-caught and weighty member of the flounder or other family to maintain order.

Unlikely as it may seem to those whose world is broader than the narrow, rocky strip that comprised Billington's Cove, Gloria herself was considered quite a catch among the local fishermen and other hard-working, outdoor types.  She would have none of it.  She never raised her voice, which was especially melodic - an obvious part of her many charms - and did not openly, irrevocably turn away any of the smitten multitudes.  She simply moved with determination in her own world of tea cozies, rare chintz-patterned china cups and saucers, flakey and butter-filled pastry and a no-nonsense dedication to keeping order.  There was no room on the clock or calendar for any silly mooning and swooning.

All that was before Mr. Apotienne began to read Noel Coward to her as she puttered and he sipped, there in the cottage dotted with climbing roses - they grow so well by the sea - the atmosphere seasoned with fragrant lemons for the tarts and the familiar fish for, well, maintaining a certain standard.

12 comments:

Erin in Morro Bay said...

I have not heard of shantung in years! My mother had a light shantung suit than emerged from the closet every spring. Let's hear more of Gloria's adventures!
Erin

Marylinn Kelly said...

Erin - Thank you. Yes, shantung...I always think of it in various shades of green, especially a celery color. I will see if Gloria wants to keep playing. xo

susan t. landry said...

simply charming, my dear!
makes me yearn for buttery flakiness and a cuppa.

Claire Beynon said...

The shantung in my world was also a shade of celery-green, Marylinn: a colour one can smell even when not in its presence. I do hope Gloria want to keep playing. I'm as curious about her determination amongst tea cosies as I am about the flying fish. Oh, and her need for maintenance of 'a certain standard'.
Much love to you xoxo

Marylinn Kelly said...

Susan - Thank you. Gloria will always have a clean cup and something to leave buttery crumbs on your bodice. xo

Marylinn Kelly said...

Claire - That is shantung exactly, with a bit o' fish for zest. I suspect Gloria is quite a bit more than the sum of her parts. xo

beth coyote said...

hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! 'Gloria herself was considered quite a 'catch'!!'

Loved this.

Marylinn Kelly said...

Beth - Thank you. I seem to have fallen hopelessly under her spell. Nonsense, what a joy, what a relief. xo

diane lewis said...

and what a delightful spell to be under along with the Magical Marylinn Spell. Yes, more Gloria please and another cup of tea. xoxo diane

Marylinn Kelly said...

Diane - Thank you. We have lots of tea and, on today's post, pastries and further glimpses into the Life of Gloria. xo

Lisa Hoffman said...

Okay, okay. I'm "hooked".
What would I do without your brilliance in my life?

Marylinn Kelly said...

Lisa - Thank you. All I can say is when fun comes calling, it wears its best party dress. xo