I may have mentioned to you that one of the things I love about living in Old Village is being so close to a wonderful brewery.   I have?   Several times, you say?   Well, there’s another little place I’ve been hanging out, and if you’re in the area, you should check them out yourself.   It’s called Mill Gourmet Street Pastries.   Isn’t it nice how Liberty Street Brewery is on Liberty Street and Mill Street Pastries is on Mill Street?   Makes it kinda easy.   Mill Street Pastries makes amazing cookies, I’ve picked up a pretty serious addiction.   Pictured here are the white chocolate macadamia nut and the chocolate chip, but I also highly recommend the fruit and nut and the oatmeal cranberry.

Go in, say hi to Jennifer, and get a cookie and a coffee.   You won’t regret it.

Where I stood..

Mark and I went in search of an old house being renovated the other day.   It’s one of the oldest houses in Plymouth, possibly the very oldest.   We knew right where the house was, we didn’t have trouble finding the location.   What we had trouble finding was the old house underneath all the new construction.

This is the house we found.   We had to go inside to find a bit of the old floor for the “where I stood” photo.

We found some old rafters.

It still stands on old foundation.

It still has a lot of the old bracing.

This is one of the out buildings.     Not much of the original house is left at all, though.

Another round robin page

 This month I have Juanita’s book, it’s all about flappers and dancers.   I’m sorry, Juanita, but I couldn’t come up with any inspiration until I thought about the music of The Jazz Age, so that’s the direction I went.   I rubber stamped the backgrounds, stenciled pictures of some of my favorites (Bessie Smith, Josephine Baker, Cab Calloway, and Louis Armstrong), and rubber stamped the lettering.   I hope she likes it!

Katherine Cawches

This is a piece I did for a recent exchange:

It was on the island of Guernsey, in the UK, that on July 13th, 1556, Katherine Cawches and her daughters Perotine Massey and Guillemine Gilbert were burned at the stake for heresy.   While in the flames, the pregnant Perotine’s stomach burst open and her son was born.   Mr. W. House rescued the baby from the flames.   The newborn child was carried to the Bailiff, Helier Gosselin.   It was Gosselin who gave the order to throw the infant back into the flames.

Where I stood..

In way too big brewers boots!   These boots were made for brewin’…..

My friend Jim the brewer asked if I’d be interested in painting his boots, you knew my answer.     I painted hops growing on a ladder for the wonderful beer that will be made.

The skulls and snakes are voodoo to ward off bad batches of pale ale and stout.     The gold star shapes are the shadows of pentagrams to help with the witchcraft that is brewing.

There’s even gold in the tread to send energy up from the feet!   Excellent beer will be brewed in these boots!

They’re done, Jim, come anytime and pick them up!