Tasha Tudor Lovefest and a story

Who knew that Tasha Tudor, the well known children’s book writer and illustrator was so well loved? Well, of course I should have known what with such kindred blog spirits as Cece and Alicia that we have all worshiped at the shrine of Tasha and spent many a childhood evening tucked into her books.

My personal favorite Tasha Tudor book was A is for Annabelle. It was about a beautiful doll named Annabelle and we went through her wardrobe alphabetically. I still remember that “L” is for “Locket”. Oh, how I wanted that doll! That doll was the epitome of glamour to me. She even had EARRINGS and (be still my heart) a MUFF! I can thank Tasha Tudor for my undying appreciation of the muff. It’s such an underrated accessory. I think that is why I wanted a winter wedding, so I could incorporate a muff into my wedding ensemble.

But I digress.

So, as many may know. I worked at Old Sturbridge Village during a couple of summers in college. As an art history major, I had an internship editing a book on antique clocks. And because it was an unpaid internship, I needed a job–so I worked part time as a costumed interpreter.

Yeah–dressed up in clothes from the 1830s milking cows, cooking over an open fire, spending the afternoons embroidering and knitting up a storm. Doing a lot of hand sewing. Wearing a bonnet to go outside. I made the uppers to my shoes. Heck I even dated a shepard for a month. Yup. The whole thing.

I’m the one rocking the knitting out of the window. Oh yes, wearing my scotch dress. And of course a bonnet. I can’t lie. It was a hoot. The experience gave me a huge appreciation for all things handcrafted–from knitting to baking to gardening.

Anyway, Tasha Tudor lived rather close by. As many Tasha Tudor fans know, she loved a world that was older than herself. She had a particular penchant for the 1830s and would come to Old Sturbridge Village (or the Village as we used to call it) to sip a bit of the past. The cooper at the Village used to unload the cords of wood she would order for Tasha and do work on her roof when she needed it. So, he had an in to Tasha and told me that she was planning on stopping by one day.

While I was out chopping wood at the Bixby house I looked up only to see Ms. Tudor watching. She had her hair pulled back in a pink kerchief and was wearing a black sweater. She commented on how she was just doing the same thing the other day at her place. I smiled shyly and chatted with her for a few moments. I was utterly starstruck. Oh, she was so tiny–I could have put her in my pocket. I felt like a giant in comparison to her.

If only.

If only I offered my services to work for her in her garden or doing odds and ends for her. Oh, why didn’t I jump at the chance? If only I wasn’t so darn tongue tied. But I’ll remember her apple core face and wispy white hair. And how she loved what I loved. Or that I loved what she loved. She was berry brown and had quite the impish smile.

If only.

Well, I did run up after her and tell her that she wrote my favorite children’s books and she was amazing and so many other jumbled sentences gushed to her in one fell swoop. So embarrassed. Then I scurried away. Clearly too overwhelmed and awkward for my own good. And she just laughed and said she loved A is for Annabelle too. And had her ears pierced later in life so she could look just like Annabelle. Such a light and feathery laugh. But I didn’t ask her if she ever needed help. After all was planning to go to London for a year and then perhaps I would try to contact her afterwards to see if she needed help. But I didn’t. And instead applied to grad school.

But I’ll always remember this little missed opportunity. So, please everyone–take your opportunities! Fly through the crack in the window.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my sweet cozy life just the way it is (perhaps it could be improved by losing 15 pounds) but overall, I’m very happy. But perhaps I’ll try to bring a bit of Tasha’s wonder into my life today. And remember to not let my shyness/nervousness/fear stand in the way to just going for it!

Has anyone else out there had similar experiences?

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6 thoughts on “Tasha Tudor Lovefest and a story”

  1. I don’t remember Tasha Tudor coming to the Village, but I do remember when when Hunter S. Thompson came into the carding mill and I totally lost my tongue. I couldn’t think how in the world he would give a rat’s rump about wool batting and a tub wheel.

    And as for that picture on the front of the Visitor, I bet one of those two ladies is saying “I’ll have Maple Walnut on a sugar cone!”
    Isn’t that the Vermont state motto?

  2. That is so cool that you met Tasha Tudor! I would be at an absolute loss for words too!
    What a fun place to work. You’re just too cute!

  3. Famous and admired people must go through life having people say tongue-tied things to them all the time. It goes with the job. I met Jane Goodall once, and I think I banged my head on the steering wheel all the way home in disbelief at my inanity.

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