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Our Ambrosia collection dishes have a delicate hummingbird motif and 10K gold leaf accents. Made with bone china, these dishes are light and should be handled with care. Hand washing is recommended.
Live Simply by Amylee Weeks brings a farm-to-table, home grown feel to this collection of fun everyday tabletop, home decor, and giftable items. Live Simply makes for great Thanksgiving gifts. Amylee fuses bright, rich colors with fresh floral patterns and illustrative icons for products that are sure to make you feel like you're living the good, simple life.
The Nectar of Life Love is like a humming bird. If you try to cage the humming bird it will die. Love can not be one way.
This gold teapot night light a classic ornament decorated with authentic Matashi crystals. Simply insert the ornament into the night light and plug it into an outlet for a beautiful illuminating glow! It is perfect for adding a special touch to any room or as a special gift.
Tea for two is even more enjoyable when served with the beautiful BonJour Dinnerware Fruitful Nectar Porcelain Teacup and Saucer Set. Crafted from durable porcelain to provide years of dining and entertaining, this heirloom-quality tea set includes two teacups featuring elegant silver and bronze floral and hummingbird motifs, and two saucers graced with soft aqua borders. Pairing perfectly with the Fruitful Nectar teapot, the tea set is ideal for serving hot English breakfast tea during brunch with the family or for presenting fragrant lemon yerba mate tea at an afternoon social gathering. Blending exquisite style with contemporary convenience, the teacups and saucers are safe for the microwave and dishwasher. This lovely porcelain tea set is the perfect complement to the sugar and creamer set, and other BonJour Fruitful Nectar dinnerware and serveware pieces.
Matilda maricella had got herself into a bit of a pickle. She was cycling across france on her very vivid and colourful yellow bicycle. That year though was different. She was on a sort of pilgrimage of the self. A kind of search for her vividness which she felt had slipped a bit due to the severity of a certain illness, the savagery of the necessary surgery and the tedious treatment that followed. You see Matilda had been diagnosed many months before with a not very great form of cancer. Whether her vividness had caused her cancer (Oh how she loved those sunny days and who could blame her, there wasn’t a lot of them around in Ireland). Or her vividness had cured her, she was not sure. But she was now on the mend and almost back to her alkazeltery self. It was her leg, groin and tummy that got the brunt of the surgeon’s knife and she sported a long zigzagged scar which she referred to, when asked by curious swimmers (Matilda also loved to swim) as her shark bite. (She would snigger to herself when they would lose interest in the odd appearance of her leg and make hastily for the shore). But it wasn’t the appearance of the scar that worried her. It was the thought of not being able to cycle. When she voiced this fear to her surgeon, a merry man, almost as vivid as herself and also a lover of the bicycle, he reassured her, telling her that cycling was the best way to recover but adding that maybe she should drop the scarf. ‘After all’ His blue eyes danced nearly as brilliantly as hers, ‘I have not carried out my knifely skills and you have not gone through a year of harrowing treatment only to be lost to an Isadora Duncan style death. So there she was without her scarf, toiling up and over the hills of the Montagne Noir to the gates of the old Abbey, her scarred leg skillfully hidden under a bright flowing skirt. Now, while she was ill, she hadn’t really given men or love much thought and it was not her intention to do so on this trip. So when she gazed into the eye’s of Le Monsieur as he opened the gates of the old abbey she became confused. And his closeness to her at breakfast the following morning as he fed her various flavored pumpkin jams only added to her confusion. Back in her bedroom, Matilda paused from gathering her painting equipment, and looking at herself in the mirror, proceeded to give her reflection a good talking to. ‘Well you ARE in a pickle’ She addressed her flushed face ‘This trip is about you... It’s a pilgrimage to the self. Not a holiday romance with some bossy french man telling you what to do and what to eat’. The memory of him feeding her the cointreau and ginger pumpkin jam, his shining brown eyes so close to hers, his white toothed smile almost blinding her, came flooding back and she sank down on the bed. Out of sight of the telltale mirror she smirked to herself and smoothed her dress feeling the shapely lines of her body. She had lost a lot of weight on the treatment, two stone nearly and all that cycling had left her as fit as a fiddle. There was a piece of green pumpkin skin caught between her two front ones. ‘I have been waiting’ he said impatiently. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had been impatient for her company. She smiled coyly at him in what she imagined to be an alluring way but he just turned on his heel and made his way across the dewy lawn. As she passed the fig tree she saw the yellow bicycle was missing. ‘I locked it away’ He said airily when he saw her frantic look. ‘The bird poop from those silly birds would ruin it. Look at them. They are really just like a bunch of dowdy women all pale and uninteresting and noisy. ’ He smiled charmingly at her ‘You are so vibrant and strong and anyway’ He added taking her hand and smoothing it with his own large one ‘You. Source: The woman on the Yellow Bike
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In this, James George's extraordinary second novel, three people, strangers all, are thrown together in a world of sand and ocean and sky on Northland's Ninety Mile Beach. Jordan - a tattooed man who lives alone at the base of his ancestral hill in a boat that was never launched - has his solitude broken by the arrival of two travellers: one who falls from the air, another who arrives following childhood tracks. Kingi, a distinguished Battle of Britain veteran, is journeying to keep a promise made on Crete half a century ago. Kataraina, a former prostitute, has left Sydney's Kings Cross and is finally travelling home. But their journeys and their lives change forever with the arrival of a young woman and her daughter a This novel sets global conflict against a sensuous search for love....
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Features a pair of Hummingbirds, Morning Glories, Butterfly and the Portmeirion green leaf design around the bottom. Makes a perfect gift for Easter, Mother's Day ...