Yesterday afternoon I visited Madame Jane Butters of Constantia, in my capacity as Tassel Maker Extraordinaire. The Butters have a new and very large house with many rooms, each of which has a door with a key which is crying out for a decent tassel to add some colour and verve. Not that the house doesn’t already have verve — it is in fact already a very vervacious house — but a house with tassels becomes a home. A classy one, actually, and I should know, coming from Blackpool as I do.
This orange tassel was our starting point – height and body weight are good but the ribbon and too much bright orange isn’t going to work, so I’m going to tone the new ones down a bit. Creams, neutrals, ivories, a touch of pale rose and sea green here and there. Nothing like playing with beads to keep me happy.
There were some nice things at Jane’s house, notably the happy little pot of purple petunias on the windowsill, the exquisite mosaiced brick doorstop (wonder who made that?), and the view of the Constantia vineyards from the end of the road. It’s like a piece of heaven. I’ll have to invite myself back one day soon.
To be continued…