My buddy Jeremy has given me a Mitre to restore. I've carefully unpicked it and found a date inside which you can just see in this picture, it says 1896.
Boy, that's old.It's a beautiful thing with pearls and garnets along the Victorian metalwork edge. I've found the perfect red fabric and have replaced these tattered and worn bits.
With shiny new lining tails.
The embroidery on iy is exquisite and there are semi precious stones inside the circles on the front.
It has a cross on the top that has two stones missing so a friend, Sheila is going to replace them with moonstones for us. 
Do you think you add extra years to your life by dealing with century old Bishop's sweat?
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Hi Joey this looks like amazing work. I love the idea of finding a date on something so fragile. Its getting closer and closer to seeing you and Im getting all excited. I was hoping that you might be able to help me by bringing something along with you. In the wine rack next to our freezer is a large clear plastic bottle which has in it sugar free vanilla syrup, any chance you could find a space for it, I completely forgot and it makes coffee so much nicer that yucky sweetners. Ta muchly and watch out for poems on the way. Love Sal
Hi Sal, no problemo. I'll go this arvo (Australian for afternoon)...can't wait to see you and squeeze you .xxxx
Woweeeee!
I shall make sure I get loads of pictures of the Bishop wearing it. That new lining looks amazing. I have already e-mail the Bishop and pasted the link into the e-mail. I'm sure he must have plenty of 'mitre been ok once' mitres that need a bit of TLC... Tender Ludders Care.
Jem xxx
You are incredibly clever - what a work of art.
I've been catching up and salivating over the jellies and bowls of currants, and shall have a go at that cake too.
xx
Oh Lulu. That cake is worth a try. It's been the cake of the month 'round here for ages now and what with the bloody courgettes that everyone keeps giving us, I'm almost on top of the pile. Have you read Barbara Kingsolver's book 'Animal, vegetable, miracle?' in it she talks about August being the only month in the Appalachian mountains where she lived that people would lock their cars at Church to stop people putting bags of courgettes on the front seats.
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