This week I'm linking Cerelle's post to the blogs of two very gracious hostesses Smiling Sally and her Blue Monday get together and Mary's Mosaic Monday gathering @ the little red house.
The budget was getting pretty low, and we still had a couple of weeks to go. Each day we passed that way as we walked home from the bus, and each day the answer was the same. I was determined to buy this if I could only scrimp and save enough money until the end.When our last day came, I was pleased that she was there, still with her plate..and it was mine!
Leaving was hard, and packing everything was really difficult. Finally the plate went into the middle of the clothes in my trusty old Samsonite suitcase, and though I had to sit on it to make it close, the plate survived all the way back via boat train, and aboard the Flandré, and then on the bus to St. Louis.
At Christmas, when I at last got home to Phoenix aboard yet another Grayhound bus, it was still intact. I proudly presented it to Mother, and she considered it one of her treasures all the rest of her life.
We knew so little about it. Just that we liked it. It had plenty of marks on the back, and words painted on the front too, but source books on ceramics were unknown in our library, and so we just wondered.
When at last, Bill and I made our first trip to Europe together thirteen years after we were married, we started out in Delft.
It is interesting how many wares have been made in this camaïeu bleu style. The beginning was the popular blue and white ware which was brought in by the Dutch East India Company, and then in the early 17th century, these were imitated by numerous other ceramic makers. Quimper was among the many who produced and still make designs in the camaïeu blue palette.
Even unidentified hand painted plates attract me. This one from a French faïencerie is signed, but we do not know its origin. No matter, if you love it, you love it!