r.i.p. tasha tudor

But it was her uncompromising immersion in another, less comfortable century that most fascinated people. She wore kerchiefs, hand-knitted sweaters, fitted bodices and flowing skirts, and often went barefoot. She reared her four children in a home without electricity or running water until her youngest turned 5. She raised her own farm animals; turned flax she had grown into clothing; and lived by homespun wisdom: Sow root crops on a waning moon, above-ground plants on a waxing one.

yes ok she was twee as fuck. but twee with principles.

(she's kind of an original freak-folk chick, really. like joanna newsom's batty great aunt.)

http://www.theworldoftashatudor.com/cellardoor/images/items/21000_2.jpg
http://www.theworldoftashatudor.com/cellardoor/images/items/21000_3.jpg

^^^ My daughter has that book!

RIP.

A is for Annabelle is the book I learned to read from. Z is for Zither, by the way.

RIP, grand lady of corgis.