Saturday, November 8, 2008

Pink Saturday









Good morning and again,
welcome, to Pink Saturday!
Every Saturday is the day
to post about something Pink.
Our wonderful hostess of this
event is
Beverly at http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/.
Make sure you go and visit her
to follow the Pinkness!




Today I would like to share my Pinkness - a 'Pink Willow' teapot. Most of us have heard of 'Blue Willow' but there are other colors available. I just love the pretty pattern and the story it tells.

The traditional willow design always features a large beautiful Chinese home with a willow tree, small bridge with 3 figures, a humble servants house at the foot of the bridge, a small Chinese boat & of course the famous love birds above the willow tree. The romantic lore of the design could have added to it's popularity over the years.

The story goes something like this.......

Long ago, in the days when China was ruled by emperors, a Chinese mandarin, Tso Ling, lived in the magnificent pagoda under the branches of the apple tree on the right of the bridge, over which droops the famous willow tree, and in front of which is seen the graceful lines of the fence. Tso Ling was the father of a beautiful girl, Kwang-se, who was the promised bride of an old but wealthy merchant. The girl, however, fell in love with Chang, her father’s clerk. The lovers eloped across the sea to the cottage on the island. The mandarin pursued and caught the lovers and was about to have them killed when the gods transformed them into a pair of turtle doves. These are seen gazing into each other’s eyes at the top of the design. A lengthy and old Staffordshire poem of the pattern concludes with the verse: "In the oft quoted plate two birds are perceived, High in the heaven above: These are the spirits of Chang and Kwang-se, A twin pair of ever in love".


So there you have it most Pink Ones! The story of the Willow ware- whether it be blue, green, purple, brown and of course Pink!


Have a beautiful Pink Saturday!

Be sweeties,



I'll leave you with a little Note Song ~
Now as I was a-walking one morning in May
I saw a sweet couple together at play
O the one was a fair maid and her beauty shone clear
And the other was a soldier, a brave grenadier.
But they kissed so sweet and comforting
as they pressed to each other
They went arming along the road
like sister and brother.
They went arming along the road
till they came to a spring,
Then they both sat down together
just to hear the nightingale sing.
Then out of his knapsack, a long fiddle he drew
And he played her such merry tunes as she ever knew,
And he played her such merry tunes,
caused the valleys to ring
Hark hark, replied the fair maid, how the nightingales sing.
O come, said the soldier, 'tis time to give o'er
O no, said the maiden, please play one tune more.
I do like your playing, and the touching of the long string
And to see the pretty flowers grow, hear the nightingale sing
.Now I'm going to India, for seven long years
Drinking wines and strong whiskey instead of strong beers
But if I ever return again, it will be in the spring
Then we'll both sit down together, love, and hear the nightingale sing.
Now, said the fair maid, come, soldier, marry me.
O no, said the soldier, how ever can that be?
For I've a nice little wife at home in my own count-e-ry
And she is the smartest little woman that your eyes ever see
~ old folk song