Showing posts with label House and Garden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label House and Garden. Show all posts

Friday, July 10, 2009

Local Treasure Part 1: Allied Arts Guild


A sign welcoming you to Allied Arts Guild

As David and I embark on our latest “Local Treasure” series, I am compelled to share with you a place that holds a warm place in my heart…. and that is Allied Arts Guild. Allied Arts Guild, on Arbor Road at the edge of Menlo Park, is a visual palette of landscape and architecture steeped in history adorned by the local flora and fauna so abundant there.

The front Arched entrance to Allied Arts Guild with sign in Spanish tiles.

The Guild itself, once a parcel of a much larger property, was developed in the late 1920’s by Mr. and Mrs. Werner, both of whom were aficionados of the Spanish inspired garden and accompanying colonial architecture. The couple, both devout followers of the craftsmen and artisans of that period, had a dream of constructing a place where these artists could work in an environment dedicated solely to beauty and serenity, a place to which their inspiration and work might be inspired.
The fountain in the "Courtyard of Abundance"

A view looking into the "Courtyard of Abundance".

From the moment you arrive at the ornamental iron gates emblazoned with the capital letter “A”, you have arrived at “Zanzibar”. This beautiful property, once photographed in its entirety by famed California photographer Ansel Adams, you immediately recognize the sense of calm that the Werners sought to achieve. It is a sanctuary steeped in another era, and each time I visit, I am continually drawn to another time and place, that of early California and the elegance of Spanish culture.

A beautiful mailbox handcrafted in metal emblazoned with "AA".

My first experience of Allied Arts came in the mid 1960s as a little girl when I made frequent visits with my mother and grandparents’ annual sojourn from Vancouver. The highlight of our visit was always having tea on the patio, and in my mind’s eye, I can still see the blue tables and hear the trickle of the little fountain in the courtyard. I will never forget the repertoire of toast soldiers smothered in butter and jam, of cucumber and nasturtium sandwiches and the assortment of sweets that accompanied such events. The highlight was always the tall sugar rimmed glasses filled with iced tea with the proverbial mint garnish. My Grandfather later recaptured the gardens in watercolour, although sorry to say, those pieces were lost along the way.

Detail of a metal grate covering a window.

I was at Allied Arts just this past weekend, and now, some 45 years later, the place still evokes a memory of sunny afternoons with my mother. How warm those memories still are.

One of the many walkways on the property...Consumate California!

To learn more about Allied Arts Guild visit their web site here.

Barbara Ashfield

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Le Soleil Est Prés de Moi

Le Soleil Est Prés de Moi is the title of a song by one of my favorite French bands AIR and literally translates to “The Sun Is Close To Me”. I thought this an appropriate title for a post about the color yellow and my own home.

Air - The album Premiers Symptomes

I’m not a “yellow” person, but have been feeling inspired by it lately. I notice that there’s more yellow around my house and garden than I would have thought.

The Mud room in Ann Hall #119 - The photo doesn't do it justice.

I find most yellow paint colors “wimpy” and too pale for my taste. I prefer a more rich and deep sort of “egg-yolk-y” yellow when it comes to painted walls; the walls of my Mud Room are painted such a yellow which gives it a glow that makes me happy every time I see it. The color happens to be an Ann Hall color - #119 (it’s unfortunate her paints only have numbers and not names as they evoke such an aura). Her paints are available here.

Manual Canovas fabric-A possible choice for new pillows on the sofa.

Sorting through an assortment of fabrics in queue to become possible pillow fabrics for my sofa, I discover one has a yellow background…maybe I am a yellow person after all.

Lemons!

Squash blossoms

Kangaroo paw.
The flowers that I should know the name of, but don't.
The color yellow can be seen throughout the garden as well, but this seems to me to be more of a coincidence than a plan. It doesn’t stop me from admiring its unique and warm qualities. Lemons, Kangaroo Paw, Squash blossoms, and a yellow flower which I know I should know the name of but just don’t. When I look at all these different yellows, I feel a little closer to the sun. Perhaps a yellow room is in order for someone I know?

David Hansen

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Subscription Addiction

I’ve recently acquired fabulous new digs. The move couldn’t come at a busier time, but alas, the price we pay for Xanadu. Before me lies the daunting challenge of transporting my treasures. One might think that if you’re hiring a moving company it would be “Presto! – Finale!” but alas no. Suddenly the enormity of WHAT YOU OWN is apparent and alarming. I ask myself - do I really need all this stuff??? -and by “stuff” I’m not talking about furniture and furnishings, but the “other” things, like………. THE MAGAZINES! As I gaze bleary-eyed upon stacks and stacks (in some cases years and years) of these delicious “bibles of taste”, the prospect of disposal causes a sigh. I know I’ll have take action, and what lies before me is the harrowing task of detailed selection – an affliction familiar to others like me - the Shelter Magazine Hoarder (SHEMA -HOR), not to be confused with Sheena, Queen of the Jungle.

Only a small portion of the evidence.

And so begins the process. I am torn (no pun intended) – to tear… or not to tear? Should I keep the truly great issues in tact or should I dismember them, tearing out only what I want to save. It’s not an easy task. True, they have taken up some serious floor and/or shelf space in assorted abodes over the years but I am attached to them. Somehow knowing that these volumes of chic are within easy reference is comforting; that given a moment’s notice, I am possibly only inches away from my next source of inspiration, be it an article, a photograph or a period of style.

The mother of all Shelter magazines...the now defunct House & Garden.

Decision made. I will take on the burden of browsing, tearing and filing. I will be “green”, I will recycle…except for…House & Garden. I’m saving those for posterity!

Barbara Ashfield