Color My World — Please!
Maybe you’ve heard me mention my thing about color. I seem to have a physical need for color. I used to wear black occasionally — it’s a color. However, I’ve seen so very, very much of it in DC, that I avoid it now (except for basic slacks once in a while). If I wear all neutrals, light or dark… well, I just don’t feel very good, and wearing black makes me feel downright funerary.
Years ago, a male coworker asked me, “How many colors do you have in your wardrobe anyway?”
(At the time I’d barely started building said wardrobe, so the question really made me pause.) Puzzled, I turned the question on him. “How many colors does your wife have in hers?”
“Oh four maybe,” he said with a shrug.
I had never given it thought before, but suddenly that seemed like a sad state to me. Only four colors? My work-friend was obviously waiting for my answer. “I don’t know, but I plan to have all of them,” I said with a grin.
There are so many variations in colors that my ready-to-explode closet is still lacking a few. One of those shades would be a true mauve. So it captured my attention when Christine Robinson elaborated on the “things” she sent for today’s episode. She described mauve as the color of the Victorian Era.
That led the research geek in me down some marvelously interesting trails. Like they say, everything old is new — I saw that mauve is the fashion color for fall/winter 2015. So I decided to decorate this episode with everything mauve.
(In case you wondered, mauve is a lovely color, but my favorite is green.)
As I said, Christine (or C.E. Robinson) at “Before Sundown – remember what made you smile” provided the things for today. Do take a look at her blog. It’s filled with beautiful stories and books. Some are akin to fairy-tales, others are real life fairy-tales. There are plenty of colorful and energetic photos. It’s a feast for the mind and the eye.
I won’t hold you up any longer. The steam locomotive just pulled into the station. Check the images and text for informative links.
All aboard!
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From last time…
“For a moment I had a wild image of you escaping on one of Mr. Hixon’s inventions. You knew he was an inventor didn’t you?” Ignatius asked.
I nodded, but gave it a dismissive wave of my hand. I hoped I had implied that I thought my “half-brother’s” tinkering was frivolous, to keep the conversation away from that topic. I suddenly felt cautious. Not distrustful of Ignatius, mind you, just cautious.
However, Ignatius wasn’t ready to be diverted. “I hear he was always designing amazing machines. Word was that Alexander Graham Bell once contacted him about his design for a hydrofoil,” Ignatius said.
Cornelis made an impressed face. His mouth formed a silent Ooo. The alchemist wasn’t a bad actor. I knew he was rarely impressed. As soon as Cornelis had appeared at the estate, he had learned about the hydrofoil and the letter from the already famous Alexander Graham Bell.
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10. Bicycle, Mauveine, Shepherd’s Pie
The silly standards of our society baffled me. Something that was perfectly ordinary for a man was out of the question for a woman. Whether I wore a cumbersome skirt with a ridiculous bustle, or my preferred trousers shouldn’t make a bit of difference to anyone. Neither should anything about how I led my life.
Everything was always so caught up in propriety, and really had nothing to do with me. Honestly, I thought. People and their moralities. The fact that people judged me for traveling with Cornelis Drebbel astounded me. They always assumed impropriety when there was none. That’s why I had taken to keeping the Dutchman’s presence a secret for the most part. That was fine with the alchemist. He wasn’t exactly a people person.
The alchemist and I were not a pair, not romantically involved. My, I thought, a romance with Cornelis after the accident of alchemy that put him in that strange state. That would be tricky to say the least. I blushed when I caught myself pondering the whats and hows of it.
“It’s unseemly for a woman to go traipsing across the countryside with a man,” Ignatius said heatedly.
The argument seemed to have escalated while I considered the implications of a physical relationship with someone in the uniquely nonphysical condition of the Dutchman.
That last remark offended Cornelis Drebbel if his bulging eyes and the throbbing vein in his forehead were any indication. I realized I had best step into the fray.
“Mina, if you’ll not allow me to take you and Copper back into town, then at least come downriver with me. I have business to attend anyway, so I may as well take care of it straight away,” Ignatius said, using the alias I had provided.
I didn’t feel like a Mina. Whatever had possessed me to come up with that name?
Ignatius took me by surprise and I blurted out what I was thinking. Cornelis was right that sometimes I had no manners in that regard. However, I’d never let him know I agreed. “Business? What sort of business?” I asked; all curiosity and no tact.
The tall innkeeper smiled disarmingly, as if I had been perfectly polite. Maybe he saw my curiosity as acceptance.
“It’s just a small business transaction. I sometimes buy items and resell them. I’ve bought some aniline purple. Are you familiar with it? The synthetic organic chemical dye?” he asked.
“Oh, do you mean mauveine? I simply love the color,” I said with what I hoped was just enough enthusiasm to make up for anything he may have perceived as rudeness.
“Precisely. The dye will fetch a good price. The color is quite popular. Perhaps a hundred years from now, people will think of mauve as the color of our era,” Ignatius said with just a touch of whimsy.
Cornelis rolled his eyes and muttered something about “Marvelous mauve.”
“Assuming you mean to hire a coach at the next town, I can take you there. It won’t put me out of my way, as I had planned to go there to pick up the dye anyway. Or I can take you back home. Really, it’s the only reasonable course of action. What will people think of you wandering the countryside with your… associate,” Ignatius said, echoing the words I used when I introduced Cornelis Drebbel.
“Why, the same sort of thing they’d say if she paraded down the river on a paddle boat with an innkeeper,” Cornelis said drolly.
A fire sparked in Ignatius’ eyes at that comment and I feared the two would argue again. The next time they quarreled, I was sure it would come to blows.
“Mina, you can’t mean to tell me that you would rather walk to the next town!” Ignatius exclaimed, but then he shook his head and grinned. “Surely you are not afraid of the steamboat. You don’t seem like a woman who would be intimidated by technology,” he said. His voice and facial expression became softer. “Oh Mina, I promise you it is perfectly safe,” he said encouragingly.
I glanced at Cornelis Drebbel. An aura started to shimmer greenly around him. It wouldn’t do to let the dashing innkeeper see that. Quickly I moved so that Ignatius would have his back to the alchemist. I was astonished that Cornelis would use one of his tricks in front of anyone. However, that aura meant that he was up to something.
An instant later a pigeon fluttered down, alighting on a bush next to the Dutchman. A closer look told me that it was not just a pigeon, but a messenger pigeon. Cornelis hummed a happy sounding tune as he removed a note from the tiny container on the bird’s back. The alchemist looked inordinately pleased with himself.
“Ah good,” Cornelis said jovially, so I knew he was fabricating something. “They are on their way.”
“Who?” Ignatius quickly demanded. “Who would be coming to this Godforsaken place?”
It was fortunate that the innkeeper spoke abruptly, because that prevented me asking the same question. I would have spoiled whatever story Cornelis had in mind.
“If you must know,” Cornelis began acerbically. “We were not, how did you put it? Wandering the country side. With that strange unrest at the Hixon estate, it was a good time for a holiday. So, we were going to some old friends of my family. Then, as Mina mentioned, our horses were stolen when we stopped here.”
“And how…” Ignatius started but paused, looking at the pigeon. “Do you mean to say you used a pigeon post to communicate to these people?”
“Why of course. I’d never go anywhere without some of my birds,” Cornelis said affably and stroked the pigeon’s head.
Cornelis even cooed to the pigeon. I thought that was laying it on a bit thick.
The tall innkeeper’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at Cornelis and the bird. I wondered what Ignatius was thinking. The fact that he seemed to think the name Cornelis Drebbel was familiar gave me pause. It was possible that he knew of the Dutchman’s acclaim as a long ago inventor, but it was unthinkable that Ignatius could deduce anything about his unique situation.
That paddle steamer proved his interest in technology and tinkering. However, something Ignatius said when he first arrived nagged at me. Ignatius Belle had mentioned Calvin Hixon’s inventions. I told myself that shouldn’t bother me. The entire town thought of Hixon as an eccentric. The inventions were surely common knowledge. Perhaps Ignatius simply admired the brilliance that Copper’s father evidently possessed.
The innkeeper looked charmingly perplexed as he studied Cornelis. I couldn’t help smiling. The Dutchman noticed my expression and rolled his eyes heavenward. “Do try and control yourself,” he murmured using one of his tricks, so that only I could hear.
Ignatius Belle inclined his shoulders to speak to Copper. She drew back and based on the look on his face, he was genuinely hurt by her negative reactions to him. I felt a little sorry for him. He had been very kind.
“Have you ever been on a paddle steamer?” he asked Copper, meaning the boat that unexpectedly brought him to us. “We could do some fishing from it. Maybe catch something for our dinner?” he asked her, though Copper’s brows knitted in a skeptical expression.
“I have my bicycle onboard,” the innkeeper continued undaunted. “There’s enough room to ride it a little on deck. I could teach you,” he offered.
I was taken aback by the way he suddenly seemed to want to entice the girl onto his boat. However, Ignatius had been consistently generous. He thought I was Copper’s aunt. If he was interested in me, then it was only natural that he would want to win over my “niece.”
Copper looked intrigued about the prospect of learning to ride a bicycle. Cornelis noticed the minute change in her expression and took half a step, inserting himself partly in front of the girl.
“Neither fish nor fishing will be necessary,” Cornelis said. “Unfortunately we’ve little time for bicycle riding on boats. We were just about to eat. Won’t you join us?” the Dutchman boldly invited the innkeeper. “I’m sure there’s more than enough.”
What was Cornelis thinking by inviting Ignatius for a meal? Thanks to his alchemically affected sneezes we had not gone hungry, but did he really mean to offer leftover pancakes and short ribs?
Cornelis waved toward a shade tree. Beneath the tree a blanket was spread and at its center was a large picnic basket.
“Umm! What’s that smell?” Copper asked.
“That, my dear, would be shepherd’s pie,” the alchemist said with a genuine smile for the girl. “Would you like to unpack the basket so that we can eat? Perhaps our… our guest will help you.”
The suggestion was enough for Copper. It seemed like the child was always hungry. To my surprise, she grabbed Ignatius’ hand and half dragged him over to the tree. Cornelis may have accidentally smoothed Copper’s unaccountable distrust of the innkeeper. The same thought occurred to the Dutchman if the pursed twist of his lips was any indication.
“I didn’t think your tricks included the ability to make real food,” I whispered. “I thought you only did things like that accidentally. You know, like when you sneezed and pancakes appeared.”
“That’s quite true. Conjuring edible food is not a skill I’ve mastered,” he said. “Despite two centuries of attempts,” he added in a very droll tone. “I have to— Think of it as reaching in and take something. I have to take something that already exists.”
“So you stole the pie?” I asked. “Cornelis Drebbel, I’m shocked. Did you steal some family’s dinner?”
“No, nothing of the kind,” Cornelis defended himself. “It wasn’t a poor family. They had a huge feast laid out. And I didn’t simply take it,” he added with a pout.
“Oh?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
“No. I did not. In return for the shepherd’s pie I left them a very fine laying goose, and the makings for all the frog’s legs they could possibly eat,” Cornelis said, lifting his chin.
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Has Copper finally taken a liking to Ignatius Belle — and is that good or bad? Cornelis fabricated an excuse (in the form of “old family friends”) to separate our trio from the handsome but prim innkeeper, but where will they go next? Will Ignatius stubbornly follow? Only the things can say. So be sure to be at the train station again next time!
And now for the Episode-10 culinary delight. I’m pleased to share Christine’s personal recipe choice. It’s dated 1912!
Recipe: Shepherd’s Pie
Take a pound of cold mutton, a pint of cold boiled potatoes, one-half an onion grated, one or two cooked carrots; cut the mutton and potatoes into small pieces and put them with the onion and carrot into a deep baking dish. Add a cupful of stock or water, salt, pepper and a tablespoonful of butter cut in bits.
Pare and boil four medium-sized potatoes, mash and add cup of cream, salt and pepper to taste, beat until light, then add enough flour to make a soft dough. Roll out and cover the dish with the dough, make a cross cut in the center to allow pie steam to escape, and bake in a moderate oven one hour.
A modern shepherd’s pie is made like the above with the addition of a few capers and a stalk or two of celery.
A note from Christine regarding the oven: I question the one hour in moderate oven. Ovens are hotter today so I’d think maybe 45 minutes based on crust brownness.
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Thank you again for continuing the story. I suspect Ignatius. Thanks for the sheppard’s pie recipe. A local restaurant does a very nice vegan one with a sweet potato top. Have a good weekend.
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Hi RC — i’m so happy to see you! Sweet potato topped shepherd’s pie? I’m intrigued.
I expect you have a busy weekend so thanks that much more for dropping by and commenting… and for mentioning Ignatius. I’ve become fascinated with everyone’s reaction to his part in the story.
Here’s wishing all good things blossom for you this spring. Huge hugs! 😀
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Hmmm, I know from your other stories that it won’t be revealed for a while whether Ignatius is a man to trust, though I suspect not! But Cornelis always has something up his sleeve 🙂 I love the fact that you’re colourful Teagan, why blend into the crowd?
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Thank you Andrea. I couldn’t blend in if i tried. 😀
Ah… i’m keeping you guessing… but that’s because i don’t know either! (Unfortunately i never know which man i can trust, and ever choose poorly. LOL)
Huge hugs. 🙂
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What a ‘colorful’ post. Nice to meet you here. I love wearing colors also. They brighten my face, thus they brighten my outlook. Except for mauve. Mauve looks dreary on me, even though I have a lot of English blood coursing through my veins. And even though I absolutely love Shepherd’s Pie!
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Tee-hee! Thank you, Pam. It’s nice to meet another colorful person. Thanks for taking a moment to comment. Hugs! 🙂
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Love the colourful way you roll! Following you now so I don’t miss a thing 😊
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Thank you Janni! Welcome aboard. The steam locomotive is scheduled to be in the station again this weekend! Hugs. 🙂
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we all have physical need of colours, atleast that is what doctors say and that is what I feel too just like you, physically!
loved knowing a bit about you. 🙂
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Hi Trisha. I’m glad you share my feelings about colors. But with your colorful illustrations, I am not surprised. Keep up the good work with your books. Hugs.
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you too! love.
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Well, you’ve left us with quite a few questions this week. Love your images with mauve. It isn’t my color, but I don’t mind it for others. I might reconsider, though, if I could get my hands on suede boots!
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Haha! Now to somehow manage to answer all those questions! That’s the challenging part.
Mary, you would totally rock a pair of mauve suede boots. Mega-hugs!
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Another fantastic job, Teagan. And the Shepherd’s pie another added delight!
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Thank you so much Melissa! And thanks for reblogging this post — that was so kind of you.
I’m delighted that you are enjoying the serial. Mega hugs!
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Sure Teagan, keep up the great work!
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Keep on posting those fabulous writing prompts! 😀
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Thanks T, check you back this weekend and congrats to all the people who’ve added to your serial thus far, it was a good shout out! Keep well, M.
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If you haven’t started reading about Copper, the Alchemist & the Woman in Trousers, you should…there’s a lot you’ve been missing…
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I so did not wouuld
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Thank you for commenting. Your photographs are interesting and uniquely enjoyable. 🙂
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Thanks and best regards!
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Please forgive my late arrival here, I have been non stop busy. Teagan, this episode is wonderful. First off sorry you have had to deal with sinus infections, they are a bummer and can be persistent. Take care of yourself and hope you are 100% soon. You have really given this episode wonderful detail I am so excited to see where this will go and as always you leave me wanting more. The color mauve I never associated with Victorian times, when I think of mauve I think of the 1980’s for some reason but now I can see it from the gorgeous photo’s. Cornelis is really showing all of his magical capabilities and I am so intrigued by the innkeeper and his relationship with Copper and “Mina” I love that you have given her an alias and when I hear or see the name Mina I immediately think of Bram Stokers Dracula. Oh I could go on and on but I won’t. Can’t wait for more. The shepherds pie looks incredible.
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Now Suzanne, as i told Kathryn, never apologize for “late.” Besides, *i’m the one who was late.* I hope you had a fabulous Sunday (even with all the hurry-blurry).
>Your comments are always a huge source of encouragement to me, and i sincerely look forward to them. You always seem to have feedback about one or another of my concerns.
I’m very happy that you enjoyed this episode. I was worried that it wasn’t moving things along, but sometimes stories have to have such episodes.
Re mauve and the 1980’s, i think it was a big deal around that time too. I remember around 1978 i had a mauve dress with a pleated skirt that i loved. I was got really into that color at that time. I think it was popular for several years around then.
Have a marvelous Monday. Mega-hugs! 😀
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Oh Teagan, I am so sorry for being so late to read this post! We had a glorious, warm sunny day today, and I spent a good part of the day puttering around the yard. I hope your cold is better! xoxo (By the way, today’s post is FANTASTIC!)
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Kathryn, never apologize for that. Besides, if the next episode hasn’t come out, you’re not late anyway (but don’t apologize even then). 😉
I’m delighted to know ya’ll had a beautiful day. Who knows… maybe my “new” job will end up being in Oregon. Such a lovely place.
I’m happy that you liked this episode. It looks like the next set of things will get our characters off that riverbank/abandoned church compound. So i hope to give an exciting episode. Huge hugs! 🙂
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Lol, camera phones have truly changed the world. Have a beautiful new week. 🙂
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Hi Christine. I am delighted that you enjoyed your episode. Speaking of pictures I wish you had one of your mauve party dress from back when. I’m sure you were stunning. With the predicted popularity of the color this fall, maybe I will be able to find an item — or maybe 2, one iridescent and one muted. 😀
Health and happiness to you as well, dear friend – and huge hugs! ❤
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Teagan, I did enjoy the episode! I too would love to have had photos of that dress and a few other favorites from years ago. Unfortunately, no iPhones for picture taking back then. I’ll watch for the mauve fashion coming! The iridescent flair was in multicolored fabrics too. Really pretty! Know you would have loved it! Fast recovery to you! HUGS!!! Christine
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Teagan, what a delightful episode! I think a sample picture of your colorful clothes would be eye-opening for many black & white dressers. Maybe pops of color would appear in their clothes closets! The mauve fashion photos are amazing. I went right back to “seeing” my favorite high school (iridescent) mauve party dress. Amazing how you weaved in the three ingredients and they fit so well. This episode has me thinking hard what’s going to happen next. Hopefully “alias Mina” will completely steer Copper away from the tall inn-keeper and his attractive ploy of a bicycle ride on the steamboat! And we can count on Cornelis to come up with a magic something. So happy the Shepherd’s Pie was a hit. Incredible how Cornelis got the ingredients! And good to learn the ingredients have a healthy iron content. Happy to read you are on the mend from the sinus infection. Spring can’t come too soon for you on the east coast! Happy & Healthy Week, Teagan. ((Hugs)) Christine
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I have plenty of color (not just any old color but very bright and very loud color) in my wardrobe. This is because most of my clothes are Zambian and you will rarely find Zambian material (called ‘chitenge’) that is not colorful.
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It sounds beautiful! Thanks so much for visiting. Hugs. 🙂
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Great episode. Yes, I’m also wondering about dashing Ignatius. And I do agree with you on the colour front. I have a friend who mostly wears black and I keep buying her colourful clothes. I think she’s slowly coming to my way of thinking. I love mauve… Have a great week!
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Ha! Good for you Olga — another evangelist of the colorful. 😀 I’m happy that you enjoyed this episode. Yes… I’m really wondering what is going to happen with Ignatius too. (Odd as that may sound, but i truly don’t know.) Thanks for taking a moment to comment. Wishing you a wonderful week too. Hugs! 🙂
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Tee-hee! I thought of your nail polish. My own learning to ride a bike story… It would not have worked on a boat. There was a small dirt clearing in a wooded area (the boys used it to play soft ball). I had everything figured out except stopping. So for heaven knows what reason, i always used the same big pine tree to stop myself. There were nicks in the bark of that tree for years, because i hit it so many times during that summer week!
Thanks for taking a moment to comment. Huge hugs. 😀
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Great continuation of the story today, Teagan! There is a pigeon and shepherd’s pie to give us the fuel to start our new week 🙂 I had a flashback to learning to ride a bike too. Great character development here – and, of course, purple is one of my fave colors so I loved how the post started! ❤
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I had so laugh when I read of the woman with only 4 colors of her wardrobe, Teagan.
That’s like living life in abstinence in front firmly filled color plates.
My closet is bursting colorful :-):-)…and a little black is also there 🙂
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Dear Vera, I am happy to know i have a kindred spirit of colorful clothes. (I don’t think people at the office even have 4! Can you imagine? But wait — don’t try, it would only make you sad. :D) Thanks very much for taking time to comment. Hugs!
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Hugs for you too, my dear Teagan. I read you with a big smile 🙂
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I am loving the story and one of my favourites is shepherds pie:). Well you know I LOVE colour and even enjoy mauve occasionally :). Thank you again for a wonderful post. Xxx
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Janet, I’m delighted that you enjoyed this episode. Based on your gorgeous paintings, I expect you prefer more vibrant hues. Your watercolors really do amaze me. Christine will be glad to know her recipe was such a hit. Hummingbird hugs! ❤
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As delightful as the previous episode. (I’m still reeling over the wife who had only four colours in her wardrobe. Heavens to Betsy, that’s sad!)
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Hi Sarah — i’m so glad someone could agree with me on that! Believe it or not, here the average number of colors is probably even less…
I’m happy you enjoyed the episode. Hugs.
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Nice job. You brought back memories of my grandmother’s shepherds pie. I enjoyed the story and am beginning to wonder about Ignatius Belle. (I know a bit late) Glad you are feeling well enough to write. Hope you feel better than that even.
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Hey John. I’m glad to have brought a pleasant memory. 🙂
I think i’ve turned the corner with this sinus infection. Now if i can keep from getting anything else. Thanks so much for taking a moment to comment. Huge hugs!
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Gotta stop sleeping outside.
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😀 ❤
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I am continuing to enjoy this series Teagan, and I loved Shepherd’s pie 🙂
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But I hate my fat fingers 😦
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LOL. I’ve posted worse at some blogs. Stinks that we can’t edit our own comments. So i’ll fix it and leave the rest of the world to wonder and ponder what you might have done. I’m delighted that you took a moment to comment. Thanks for sharing a virtual beer at your blog. Hugs, Teagan 😀
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Teagan – this is Brilliant and creative – The word remarkable and Elite well deserved – Bravo!!
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Thank you David — virtual hugs received. You’re kind, but i am doing better today. Though it does bug me to get one thing after another, I realize it’s mostly from work stress.
Yes, me too, re the pie. But it does sound good. As for handsome Ignatius, only the “things” know for sure! 😀 Mega-hugs dear friend. ❤
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Great job as always and fantastic colour scheme. Love it! Happy Sunday Hugs! ❤
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Thank you Christoph. I’m delighted to have someone comment on the color. I put my all into the illustrations for this one. 😀
Happy Sunday hugs right back to you. ❤
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Fun! Fun! Fun! Serial. I have to say, I wear all black all the time and have done so since 1993. I had a lot of black clothes before 1993 because we had been doing a lot of salsa dancing after the salsa scene got big in ABQ in the early ’90s, but I started wearing all black, all the time to protest taxes, and have continued ever since. But I love color — I drive a red sports car, Laurie dresses in all kinds of colors, and we have lots of flowers and roses. I also love Shepard’s Pie. When Laurie was very anemic, Shepard’s pie was a top recommendation for getting more concentrated iron into her diet. The meat and potatoes, with the carrots and peas have a complete, absorbable iron.
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LOL, Tim i sort of expected you’d wear black most of the time. It goes with some of your kitties. There is enough color in your vibe to easily make up for it. 😀
That’s interesting about Shepherd’s pie and iron. When i was young i had a tendency to get anemic, so that’s good to know.
I’m happy that you enjoyed this episode. Keep taking fun pictures. I loved the ones of Spunk developing the film from his photo shoot! http://frame.bloglovin.com/?post=4259344652&group=0&frame_type=a&context=&context_ids=&blog=13712129&frame=1&click=0&user=0 Mega-hugs!
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Thank you, Teagan…now I’ve had my fix. 😉 You pusher. lol
As you can see by my posts, I love colour as well (yes, here in Canada we add ‘u’ in a lot of words), but strangely not in my clothes…I wear mostly black, some blue. 🙂
Double standards…what’s with that? Boring.
Shepherd’s pie was one of my Dad’s favourite foods. 🙂
Thanks again, Teagan, hope you’re feeling better. 🙂
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Thanks for visiting, Donna. LOL, i hope that will keep you going until next time.
You’re so kind to care. I am doing better this morning. Congestion is better, although it may have shifted as much as dissipated (now it’s pressing against my ears and the cats wonder why i’m funny & wobbly – ha!). I actually feel better than i expected. Yay!
Enjoyed your post about Dreaming. Heck, i enjoy all of them. Mega-hugs 😀
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Glad to hear (except for your ears…going all Seuss here) that you’re feeling a little better. 🙂
I love your posts…this should keep me going, a little. 😉
Thank you kindly and megahugs right back. 🙂
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Even my ears are a little better now, my dear (okay – your Seuss is better than mine!). Be happy and sassy, Donna. 😀
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Teagan does not disappoint with her latest episode of Copper, The Alchemist and the Woman in Trousers.. the plot thickens, pigeons are on their toes, Shepherd’s pie is on the menu and the Innkeeper is hiding something….
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Hi Sally and thanks very much for reblogging this serial. I had a lovely read with your Sunday Show. Huge hugs my friend!
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