Hello my name is Sarah and I am a vintage chinaholic.
It's true. I can not stop buying random (but beautiful) pieces of old crockery from the charity shop.
My parents had a Wedgwood set of the Willow pattern dinner service as a wedding gift.
Not one piece remains...all of it lost or broken. All of it? What were they doing? Smashing it into the fireplace, Greek style?
Anyhow, I remember it, well I think I do. I'm pretty sure I ate sausage and chips off a willow plate as a nipper. So it's a very nostalgic bit of old china for me.
I think I might want to do something stitchy too or a print of some sort inspired by the Willow pattern. It's so beautiful, don't you think? As is the little tale...
Whilst we sit around the table, Please allow me to relate, The entrancing ancient fable Of "The Willow Pattern Plate." Every picture tells a story, Like the Willow Pattern Plate, Where two lovers dwelt in glory, And defied paternal hate.
By elopement from the castle You observe upon the ridge, Where the violent old rascal Chases them across the bridge.
Tries to catch the rogue and whip him, 'Ere he steals the daughter fair; But the loving pair outstrip him, Let him languish in despair.
Thrown upon their own resources, In a junk they emigrate, To a splendid little oasis, Near the margin of the plate.
Dwell in peace, whilst unmolested, In most perfect harmony; Till at length they are arrested, by his Nibs' gendarmerie.
Then the tyrant lord appeals to Law and lucre, with their pow'r; Caught, confined, they have their meals too, In that horrid little tow'r.
When the pair are executed, To appease their lord irate, To a pair of doves transmuted, Still they fly upon the plate.
Every picture tells a story, Like the Willow Pattern blue, And true love will reign in glory, To infinity! Adieu {B.L. Bowers}
{ps. Sorry for the gazillion times this was published but something went awry with spacing....Hhmmmmm}