Introducing A Victorian MerryMaid Recreational Pursuit (Mermaid & Merrymaid Camp)

Saturday, May 21, 2022


The Carter Settlement presents:
The Academy of Swimming for Women and Children
The sentimental potpourri of fresh linen air, where the days are feverishly hot, roses are bursting into bloom, dewdrop fragrance of confederate jasmine and sugar moon scents cascade through the atmosphere, seaside excursions and salty mist of caramelised waves swish—hints the coming of age for children's summer season commences. School is over, and we begin polishing our high bottom boots and pack our picnic pails for feasting on strawberries and cream, lemonade and iced cones.
Introducing A Victorian MerryMaid Recreational Pursuit
A 5 day (Monday-Friday) camp for children at $250 per youngster, ages 7~14
(2 remaining spots available

If your child has ever dreamt of becoming a mermaid, they will love this exciting Merrymaid 5 day camp! At The Carter Settlement, we will educate your child on being a Weeki Wachee Springs mermaid performer.
The watchful instructors are retired Weeki Wachee Springs mermaids who carry CPR, First Aid and Life Guard certifications.
June 27th—July 1st 2022, Monday- Friday
Times: 9:00 a.m.—4:00 p.m.

The celebration of a victorian merrymaid camp will joyfully mark an annual rite of passage by The Carter Settlement.
There will be many sensational experiences for your children, such as synchronisation swimming lessons, merrymaid transformation, portraits in hand-sewn tails, domestic, developmental and artful skills, heirloom sewing, merrymaid meditation accompanied with merrymaid apnea training, breathing instruction, underwater method training, logbook diary, individual and collective photo session in tail, various historical knowledge of Weeki Wachee Springs and numerous swimming rounds led by the World Famous Weeki Wachee Springs Mermaid Raquel.

Drop off and collect your youngster at The Carter Settlement mermaid circle fountain

Please email to be sent the essential papers to complete and return as soon as possible for enrollment.

On the first morning of MerryMaid Camp, MerryMaids will collect their belongings provided by The Carter Settlement for enrollment.
The Carter Settlement will provide lunch, snacks, provisions, swimsuit attire, prairie frock, apron, bonnet, footwear, towels, pamphlet logbooks, diary, and rations.
On Friday, the Merrymaids will have photographs in their hand-sewn tails at the close of camp. Then, in celebration of their accomplishments and to document the momentous occasion, the girls will perform a short rendition for friends and family.
We at The Carter Settlement are quite pleased to have your child as a part of MerryMaid Camp and are tickled conch shell pink to share in this brilliant event.
Most affably yours til our next swim,
World Famous Weeki Wachee Mermaid Mrs Carter and Crew

If you are interested in tax benefit endowment/ gift in kind/nonprofit donations, please email for detailed information.

The Magic of Spring and Announcing The Academy Of Swimming For Women And Children

Sunday, May 15, 2022
Dear friends and readers,
Please forgive my delay in placing this post on ye olde blog as time trotted away from me. I do love the sentiments of spring. A brilliant shower of garden flowers gives me a great deal to occupy my hands.

A Good Victorian Spring Cleaning (And A Few Gentle Suggestions About The Mute Feature On Instagram)

Tuesday, May 10, 2022
I am an incurable optimist. May I offer you the compliments of glad tidings and a variety of thoughtful notions I learned at the weekend? I hope that said notions will flower your library of contemplation.

How Romanticising One's Life On Social Media Are Signs Of Insecurity; A Rather Tailspin Of Despair For Religious Women

Tuesday, May 3, 2022

"To believe in something is marvellous, but it cannot be known until it is experienced."—Neville Goddard

[I will not be dismantled for this post. Neither will It be a new sensation for me to ruffle feathers. I shall talk to the four walls if needs be until we as women demonstrate a lovely exchange of how we will newly see one another in this beautiful blue marble. I have changed, so perhaps I am surmising, and it is well I am not a creature of fragile nerve.]

My World Of Imagination With Tasha Tudor And Our Victorian Oak 19th Century Icebox

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

"I've always lived in a world of imagination. Maybe it's because I'm a coward and hide my head in the sand and don't want to see the real world. I don't know. But I can assure you it's a very delightful way to live."—Tasha Tudor

I Am Not Here To Fit Into Your World; I'm Here To Make My Own

Monday, April 11, 2022

At every opportunity, I possess various aspects I yearn to exclaim from the rooftops. Jeffrey Shawn let out to me today, for particularly a tiny woman (5'2), you have much to say, sweetheart.

Lo And Behold, The Channels I Will Swim For My Blog, Let Us Prattle, Shall We?

Saturday, April 2, 2022

Hello darling friends, what I have for you is a rather nicety in terms of quotes. So let us read that before we have a go, shall we?

It Is My Pleasure To Explain Why I Began Creating The Carter Settlement (aka Carter Village) Seemingly In Reverse And Rather Indiscrete

Thursday, March 17, 2022

As many of you know, I have aired on the side of incautious in the past. However, I feel my heart prompts me to write this and begin regardless of where my stems take me.

Whither And How (All That I Go To Find Is My Lost Self)

Wednesday, February 23, 2022
In rare form and on occasion, I will receive a rather harsh message on our jovial outlets (social media). One such occasion occurred a few days heretofore on Instagram, where I received the most odious and presumptuous unkind judgement about my accent, my beloved husband and my lifestyle. At the risk of my happiness and unquestionable rejection, I read the news with a resolve to soothe myself as I being who I am; quite the optimist and took no offence to the laid remarks.

I Love

Sunday, February 20, 2022

February is the month of love as well as my birth month, so might I indulge you with a list of "I Love."

A Cupid's Tea (Victorian Mermaid Paper Dolls And St. Valentine's Day Cards)

Saturday, February 12, 2022

Hello darling merfriends,

The weekend before St. Valentine's Day is called Cupid's Tea. It's the day the Victorians set aside to make handcrafted cards.
Oh, the joys of Love's own day. As delightful as St. Valentine's Day is, the cleverest store-bought cards can not match the splendour of a handcrafted paper confection. In a bid to preserve this dying custom, Mrs Carter of Stillwater is here to model the tune of that Victorian and assist in creating a happy home circle memory. Let us fashion some homemade cards from paper, glue and loads of imagination. Mrs Carter has decidedly gone off-piste and plans to make a mermaid victorian paper doll as well as happy-hearted cards. 

First, let us assemble the materials. Quality paper -lace doilies are a must heart-shaped round and square in white, ivory, red, pink and gilt.

Mrs Carter has also provided you dear hearts with late nineteenth-century illustrations so popular on victorian Valentine's. For victorian verses, poetry books are an incredible inspiration. So, once you've completed your Valentine's, making them lavish and sentimental as you might possibly imagine, it's time to post them.

Once they have been sent off with the raven carriers at long last, It's time for a delicious and rewarding late afternoon tea party. 

Mrs Carter has worked as cupid's assistant, and she's prepared tasty heart-shaped biscuits, homemade clotted cream (both biscuit and cream are Queen Elizabeth's II receipt) and homemade strawberry preserves from her potager garden. 

(The episodes for making the cards, paper dolls, biscuits, preserving strawberries with wax seals, and the making of clotted cream are exclusives on Mrs Carter's Patreon subscription, The Curious Mind of Raquel Carter, published Monday, February 14th, 2022.)

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx    

England, Have Thou Forsaken Me!

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

For some, there may be a longing to leave but then, once gone, the urge to return sincerely plagues the heart. One can spend their whole lives in a place where the everyday nuances seem to fade, and the monotony accustomed that is more of a revelling notion than to another cat down the road. The grey, rainy days when your feet hit the slated floor, and there's a deep cold beneath the earth. The sound of the solid wood century-old door shuts, and there's strength in the old latch. It's reliable, stalwart and catches just so slightly perfect. You've grown accustomed to the sound; it's predictably comforting. I feel safe and enveloped inside with the low ceilings and lime plastered walls—quite the opposite of claustrophobic; it's the feeling of being swaddled by my mother. A hearted home does that, you know. The days are perpetually damp, and ordinary walks consist of simply ignoring the short wet days, almost always forgoing a brolly. It's an everyday occurrence to use tea as a pick me up, sharing of life, pastime, celebration, an elixir to calm a troubled heart, or for no other reason than because it's what the English do; it's second nature.

Beyond the rambling stoned cottages, in between the dispersed thatched rooves, the deep hillside beckons where the lanes are lined deep with cowslip above the downs, and the fields are dotted with sheep as far as the eye can see. I never take for granted the quarried dry stoned walls and the dear souls that arduously worked to build so many, and they go on far more than a country mile. I know just where the aperture is that I tucked a wish in, the chipped off stone a metre ways down the lane and the hole along the trail for the critters to pass through to other pastures. The English are strict, petty and have no appreciation for the finer points of bad behaviour, but oh so kind and thoughtful.
The clicks of my heel on the old cobblestone street tell me all is well. But, can I hear the echoes that hold my spirit? England, like myself, is full of contradictions and subtle understatements. I'm parallel to the perfectly landscaped gardens with hedge mazes designed to enclose, protect and flatter while also deceiving me of a bygone era.
Do I miss the cosy pub gardens, the folks with half-smiles and shoppes that have kept the same names as long as I can remember? Or will I return where the tradition of my same fish and chips on the menu has been altered, the smells in the air are no longer as they were? Has the American in me poured over and filled my England gaps? Perhaps my return has been consciously delayed for fear my England is no more as I remember. I am just a moment in time. Has my England gone on without me, or was I never there? Was it all a dream: my heart, my England?

Dare To Bare With Your Tail Fanned (I'm Not The Only Mermaid In The Sea)

Thursday, February 3, 2022

Me and Anita at the Red Mule Pub.
Good morning dear merfriends, 

May I put in a word for trying to remain friends and share my debate on women (mermaid) friendships? Yesterday was February second, also known for the Victorians as Candlemas. I'll share more about that tomorrow, but for now, I wanted to expand on the friendship post I wrote about here. I also wish to bring you up to date on that experience.

I wouldn't be a very promising teacher if I didn't share with you my verity. It's nice to experience the beauty in life and all of the lovely moments of female friendship; still, I also feel entitled to put up a severe discourse as I think women's intimacy in speaking deeply about friendship is not terribly common. Many ladies feel uncomfortable being placed in an attitude of in-depth conversations. Life isn't perfectly curated, and there will be moments life can throw us into the undercurrents, and we must navigate those waters when this occurs. I think being transparent and genuine with you creates a bond between us. I have learned that when I feel a shaking of the ground I stand on, experiencing something first-hand, I might not always come straight out with it, not because I'm fearful of being held up in ridicule or the showing of my vulnerable side, but because I've grown. I realised that if there is instability if I speak too hastily, I cannot teach accurately as my emotions will get the better of me, and that creates misunderstanding. Like all of us, I'm human, and I've grown to understand more clearly how our sensory apparatus works. 

Okay, let's jump in the box, back to the friendly conversation. 

When I wrote the post (Allow Me To Gush) about my friend T, I thought all was well with us two; well, on my side, at any rate. However, through a series of events, I soon learned that T was continuing to harbour unkind feelings towards me, and I knew not where from which they were stemming. I have no inkling what T was or is experiencing in her world, and this is where the waters become muddled. Not only with T but with lady friends, in general. When a person is struggling, we, as kind folks, begin to create assumptions about others based on our beliefs instead of talking them through. Now they could absolutely be the furthest from the truth, but assumptions are created and must demonstrate themselves on the external. I am responsible for my part and come what may, I will always take responsibility for my actions. I met T before my self-concept beliefs changed about friendships, so what our friendship initially represented changed from my end. Thus as a universal law, invariably, the friendship (just as any relationship) would dissolve. Allow me to impart an example on this score as If I'm speaking to my Christian friends. In the word, it says of those "equally yoked", which means that those who are not of equal energies will not by vivacity alone be able to coincide for long unless there is an equalling in the vibration of one or the other.

One must acclimate to co-exist with the other. As I began to develop new assumptions and a more positive self-concept, no longer believing my olde storey about friendships, T still had those same beliefs herself. However, I saw my reality and perspective in a new way.

I wouldn't be able to reside for long as her friend. Not because neither of us is "better" than the other, but because two opposite energies cannot align for extended intervals as energies are based on an individual's state. Our world is managed by vibrational energy. Have you ever watched animals in the wild? They, by nature, work off of vibration at all times. Have you ever wondered why they do certain things? Animals in nature (and all animals to the degree they've not been domesticated) are in complete alignment; they do not have resistance like humans. In physics, energy is a property of matter and can be transferred between objects and converted in form. It cannot be created or destroyed. Everything in the universe is made up of matter and energy. (I know, I know, it sounds soooo scientific, that's because it is dear friends.) One cannot deny it; it's likened to gravity. You know it's there, but how often do we ponder our make-up as humans in the same way as anything else in our big blue marble. I can answer that for most, not much at all. So many like to separate science into a category all its own; however, when you really begin analysing it more thoroughly, the resonance of internal knowing fills one's heart with an understanding. 

If we can come to a place, talk things through, and accurately feel what's suitable for us as friends, we will bring true unity. This notion of peace is what inspires me daily. I have such a love for ladies and those who are my friends. I want us all to be friends, and It's my truth that we have more aspects alike than differences if we can communicate and possess the solid concept of self-love.

I wrote the friendship post about T, and she once again refollowed me back on Instagram. However, I didn't communicate with her at that time, asking why she unfollowed me to begin with, which is what I should have done. Instead, I made light of it. Now mind you, this sounds trite, but I'm from the mindset that this is a beautiful way of seeing how we can become accountable and bring forth discussions on the mental welfare of women and girls. The avenue is from Instagram, and this is a beautiful discussion to be had.

I do not look at social media (Instagram) from the standpoint that it's terrible and we should run away from our feelings, although this is a form of rejection and fear when one blocks and unfollows. These types of actions on Instagram are always a deep-rooted self-concept belief. Instagram is beautiful in that way; it brings forth a narrative that has long been ignored, which is the lack of self-love for many folks. For far too long, the world has done this, which perpetuates division, not healing. The world looks at things from the external standpoint (as in all the problems are out there), outside of self. I see things from an internal perspective. When one person loves themselves with absolute clarity, the single power in one human being has more power than millions of people who are not aligned.

I was the peacemaker in childhood, just as my mother was in her family dynamic. So instead of holding everyone accountable for their actions, I would minimalise and take responsibility for myself and everyone involved, which creates a co- pendency and a saviour mentality. From my female role models, this originated for me that women were considered beneath men, not beside them. Another striking acknowledgement is that I am the oldest child, so I took on that role as the fixer, especially when my father was having an alcoholic meltdown. It wasn't a happy time, and I felt responsible for creating a safe environment for my younger siblings. Isn't it amazing how we as children learn to adapt to even the most uncomfortable state of affairs? (A side note, now my dad and I have an excellent relationship. He has been sober for nearly 40 years, and there has been immense healing. Smile. An encouraging notion on that score is that all things are possible, and no circumstance cannot be changed. Circumstances do not matter. )

I must say, we are unique human beings. I am astonished at the strength of beautiful children and human beings as a whole.

Where was I in the friendship conversation? 

Oh yes, back to T and I. 

There was no open conversation about T and her contribution to what she was doing in the friendship. It's never a one-way street. I attracted her, and she subconsciously attracted me. If we were to have met in the middle, we could have made a go of it overall, but T just fled and ducked out, which has been rather unfortunate. I do not accept responsibility for her role, which can be difficult at times because we have a tendency to want to blame others for the goings-on in our own life. I've happily moved on, and I realise that T will have to make amends with her heart at some point, but I was not meant to be that person for her, even though I learned quite a bit from the experience, so I am forever appreciative. I talked with my dear friend Anita yesterday at the pub, and we both agreed that a good chat over tea and so often the walls of misunderstanding crumble. After a deep conversation with a friend, one might come to realise that anything can change in an instant. I am the God of my reality, so if I wanted to manifest that friendship back with T, I have the power to do so. May you be mindful that everything is salvageable, and nothing remains permanent. Folks come into our lives sometimes as seasonal friends, and that's a lovely thought. I've realised not everyone I meet has to become my friend forever and for eternity. I take responsibility for all of my past friendships, and I send them peace and happiness. 

I have changed and improved my self-concept by listening to my new beliefs at night. In the past, If a friendship went bust, I would obsess about it. I would notice every little thing if they blocked me on social media, etcetera, and so forth, but now I never do that, and I feel proud of myself in that aspect. I've recently attracted so many women into my life, and our petticoat society is proliferating; it's quite extraordinary! The ladies showing up are also similar to me in that they are eager to grow and expand within their lives and want to teach their children how to become their best versions. It's so beautiful to see these gorgeous souls showing up. I am your reflection, and you're mine. Isn't it beautiful how universal law works like that? If we want to see what we are feeling and thinking, we simply look to our reality and what presents itself is what we are externalising. An accurate report card indeed. 

I hope for this post to bring you rich delights and a more thorough understanding of me as a person, as well as a reflective moment of the beauty that resides within you. 

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

February's Fair Maids

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Good morning dear friends,

Rabbit Rabbit! February, my birth month and the month of love.

I had such a lovely day yesterday. My (soon to be) sister in law came to visit Scarlette Rose Cottage. It was my first visit; we had an entire pot of earl grey tea and filled our gills with biscuits. It's so lovely to have friends. I especially love and relate to Annie because she's a Pisces like me. I'm among mermaidens, my landlocked kind. Smile. I'm sure you understand I am invariably thinking about incorporating mermaids into my brand at every turn. Have I never actually told you outright why I named the little cottage Scarlette Rose? Sometimes I'm not sure what I write, as I'm always yapping at the jaw about something or nother and can't remember from one moment to the next what I've written and what I thought I wrote. Ya, know, because I self talk all day and think I've had conversations with folks when in fact, no, it was all in my waterlogged head. This landlocked life is a new sensation—wink wink. The point is, (mercy lawd, get to it dear sweet Raquel) Scarlette Rose is what I named the little storage building at my folks. I've been slowly turning it into an 1850's Victorian cottage after the mermaid character in my storybook, The Tale of Merrymaid Scarlette Rose. If you recall, when Jeffrey Shawn and i moved in temporarily with my folks, Sawyer had just died. In a bid to help me heal and have something to keep me distracted, my dad allowed me to create something lovely from his storage building. He called it his Elvis room and It hadn't been used in years.

I jotted down several storybook ideas into my diary about adoption.  

Yesterday, I was thinking about what to write about because I have so many blog titles in my draft folder, but sometimes I write an entire post and then don't feel like posting any of them when it comes down to it. Then I thought, well, I'm just going to keep this blog as random as can be. It's just how my noggin works, and it's kept me alive all this time, so why change it. So one day, I'll write about how my grandmother's cornbread got the name "dog bread", which will be in the back of Sawyers book The Tale of Sawyer Lamb and the next day I might talk about mindset work. I have no idea what I'm going to post from day to day. I don't like to plan because I think I should be myself, and that means I want my blog to make as little sense as humanly possible. Hehe... I don't get out much, can you tell?

I think I've realised I must be myself. Will I still use flowery, lovely words, yes? Will I then switch it up dramatically? Also yes. I love where my life is today. I will never stop speaking with a British accent, but I'm also southern to the core, so I just might as well accept it. I figured out one-day last week that if I just keep writing and writing eventually, something will catch on. I'm an optimistic fool that way.

Last night I tried to give The Gilded Age another go, and no, just no. The shame of it all. I have no words. Well, actually, I have a lot of words for it, but let's leave it for another day because I'm still reeling.

I heard The New York Times title it "Dime Store Downton", and I agree. But, let's move on before I cry.

I didn't sketch yesterday because I have been stuck on a particular page and how I wanted it to look, so I tend to swim away until I can come back to it and see the vision with clear eyes. It's been a little distressing because I am on a short deadline. I've done it to myself. I want to hit the mark but not at the cost of making my work rubbish. Pray for me.

Today I'm going to meet a sweet new friend at the pub. She recently moved to my hometown, and I'm very excited. I think shell love being a part of Stillwater, The Petticoat Philosophy. Oh, how exciting; let's see if I can keep from screwing this friendship up. Hehe... no, but seriously I know I've found new beliefs about friendship, so I think we will be forever friends. The End.

I love you, and I'll see you tomorrow.

Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

If You're Not Interested In The Mundane Details of My Pitiful Little Life, Please Stop Reading Now

Monday, January 31, 2022

Hello dear friends,

Do you ever come across something someone wrote on their social media post and think to yourself, hey, I think that's a little side dig at me? Whether it's true or not, I know I create my reality, so regardless of the post being intentional wouldn't really matter, would it?

Or I'm just doggone crazy in the noodle, which, let's face it, you're probably right on that score too.

Okay, now that I've got that random thought outta my head, let me bore you to tears with everything I thought about and did over the weekend. Shall we?

Mrs Carter's Opportunities Come Calling And Saucy Flirts

Saturday, January 22, 2022

Good day, dear friends,

Are you having a happy and fulfilled day thus far? I made a small pot of jubilee tea, biscuits with homemade clotted cream and homemade strawberry preserves. Last week I picked 20 pounds of strawberries at the farmstead ranch (remember I was on Fox News). Did you see part 2 of my video on ye olde YouTube (channel: Raquel Margaret Carter) where I cooked and canned the strawberries? The little videos I've been making have been "Take Joy" moments, and I've relished in curating them. On Instagram, I'm incorporating (Beyond the Page) where I go live and chat with my sweet friends over there. It's lovely, and I would be tickled if you came to call too. If you enjoy our old-fashioned way of ye olde blog and would like to stick with that method, I've also managed to cover that score. As you see, I've embedded the videos here on ye olde blog (all of the highlighted blue words are links).

I hope you enjoyed my post on Stillwater. Since that post, I've been curating little calendar dates and focusing on old and newly reimagined traditions each month. Today, I began sketching up the calendar, and I'm starting with the month of April (no fretting, I'll have a whole year). I'll start chucking those events into the blog, so you can download the calendars to print and have all your little nittens in one place. They'll be all sorts of ideas and celebratory days. I'm tickled conch shell pink to begin having small gatherings in honour of Stillwater Society (our petticoat philosophy). This year April is a big month because of Sawyers book launch, in which I plan to make a real go of it. So it will stand in future as well; whenever one of my books release, those months will be most notably a more significant event. But not to fret, I'll have all of this here on the blog in detail so we can celebrate each month together. It's living and loving the small things in the simple ordinary days of life.

In April, we will have A Victorian Eastertide. I, Mrs Carter, will invite friends over for a backyard procession in the afternoon. The little women will don their hand-sewn dresses and bonnets, and the little gentleman in their 19th-century trousers and braces. It shall be a promise of renewal for all, offerings of hope for the bereaved during the years of reconstruction, picnic lunch on the lawn, Mrs Carter's Hot Cross Buns and olde fashioned amusements. The April celebration will concur with a press release for Sawyers book launch. Those who attend will pay a small pence and collected admission prices will contribute to more gathered celebrations and the erecting of The Carter Settlement.

A few things currently at play; if you've not been watching my YouTube channel, I do believe you're missing out. As I'm just at the genesis stages, I've created a few things to coincide with my authorship, artistry and Victorian lifestyle. Do you know the channel on YouTube where Mrs Crocombe/ The Victorian Way cooks and explains all things, Victorian? Whereas I think it's a dandy series, I wanted to play on that narrative but create 'quite literally' a real version like myself, living out a Victorian portrayal of life. I will focus on my Victorian lifestyle, my authorship and my artistry. All things Victorian clutched into one. How refreshing. Swim on over if you'd like to have a little natter with me. In this latest video of IG live, I speak on The Tale of Sawyer Lamb, Beyond The Page, and more about Stillwater®️ Petticoat Philosophy.

On the weekdays, I have been spending my time mainly on illustrations for The Tale of Sawyer Lamb, writing, researching and, of course, reading. My novel (Deceit and Dissension) is fierce with the quantity of research that's getting on, rather fun, no less. I also outlined my autobiography (The Little Mermaid's Transformational Tale). I will be publishing several books this year, and I feel so utterly appreciative that I'm on this current momentum. The post She loves me, She Loves Me Not really created a humming effect for my blog stats. Again, just as the Stillwater post went through the roof, so did the friendship one. I had several ladies in my hometown text and (direct message) me on Instagram. I've made plans for tea at The Tilted Tea Cup (our local tea room) and have gone to tea with two of the ladies last week. I also met two on different days at our local pub for a bite to eat. Genuinely, I feel all things are falling into place with Stillwater and the little grassroots society we're creating here in our little village. I believe it will be a vast success, and I can't wait to see all the changes occurring.

Do you recall the 19th-century British novel I'm currently writing; Deceit and Dissension? I've been crafting my outline around my protagonist Elizabeth Margaret Robins and organising my narrative. I've been reading copious amounts of books about the royals, mainly about Princess Margaret currently. The reason being, as you may recall, she had a near-decade ongoing affair with Roddy Llewellyn, the landscape gardener. Oh my, how telling. I believe this affair is showcased on The Crown. Unfortunately, I haven't watched The Crown, have any of you? Should I order the streaming service? I've been reading a few secondary sources: Princess Margaret and Lady in Waiting.

(A little history: When her long-standing affair with Roddy Llewellyn, a landscape gardener 17 years her junior, was exposed in 1976, she lost public sympathy, and her volatile marriage finally ended in 1978, the first divorce in the British royal family in 400 years.)

At the weekends, I've been working on organising Jeffrey Shawn and my belongings into plastic container bins. Then, when it comes time for him and me to get on, we'll be ready in a jiff.

Here's one of the books I have taken to reading, and It's quite lovely.

I hope your weekend is splendid and I'll see you tomorrow.
Most affably yours til my next swim, Raquelxxx

Stillwater® - The Reawakening And Reimagining Of A Petticoat Philosophy

Sunday, January 16, 2022

[Attention: This post requires forward knowledge and tender insight into conscious fashioning and spirituality. If all hands are on deck, let us begin, dear friends. I am so pleased you are here.]

[Stillwater® Petticoat Philosophy is Registered Copyright and Trademarked protected by creator Mrs Raquel M. Carter. All Rights Reserved.]

Stillwater® ~The Past Asks Only To Be Remembered

"There were four main areas in which celebrations, traditions, and rituals played a part in Victorian life. First, in the art of daily domestic living; second, through rites of passage such as birthdays, baptisms, weddings and funerals; third, by annual customs revolving around calendar and religious holidays; and fourth, pastimes associated with the four seasons."-Sarah Ban Breathnach

The Victorians underwent strains of strenuous technological change, which affected almost every aspect of nineteenth-century family life. I finally awoke with the realisation that the movement I have been prattling on about for decades is of infinite importance to resurrect. 
A spot where women could feel a part of something, but my differentiation is the ladies are not required to belong to a religious sect. I have only delightful things to say about my dear friends of faith; however, I want inclusivity with ease of acceptance. I think similarly to Tasha Tudor as we both possess a pantheistic approach to religion.

I have always pined for my unfulfilled dream. Which is a spot where ladies love the portrayal of victorian life, family traits, motherhood, friendship, tea parties, encouragement and the pursuit of domestic bliss as an art form.
After meditative reflection yesterday, I received an esoteric visit from our dear ole' sea captain's wife, the spirit of Tasha Tudor. Whereas Tasha passed in 2008, souls do, in fact, have lives of infinity. If we believe we can communicate from beyond the veil, it will be so. Most Christianity speaks to a faceless God; if you contemplate that, it is quite similar.

I have received beautiful messages from many ladies around this beautiful blue marble about having a particular spot for women of similarities which warms my heart deeply.

I had not given much more contemplation of a spot for ladies as it wasn't at the forefront of my mind until last week. A dear young mother (perhaps in her mid-thirties) popped up to me as I sauntered across the car park. I was dressed in my Tasha Tudor frock, scarf, bonnet, petticoat, with a willow basket in hand. For me, It was an ordinary day. However, it looked as If I was a creature from a lost world to this sweet lady. She stalled me, and we spoke for several minutes about my clothing, a spot for like-minded ladies, and so forth. Again, women often impart this bit of knowledge to me. After we exchanged pleasantries, I completed my shopping and mosied on home.

When I returned to my folk's cottage, I recanted to my mum that it had occurred again. At least a dozen times a week, when I'm out and about, folk's seem to be fascinated with my lifestyle and attire. Suppose my small town of 8,100 people give me such pleasure and forlorn reactions that must mean there's a vast undercurrent for something extraordinary. A revolution has come to shore, ladies. It's beautiful, and we're just the one's to gently guide it forward with confidence and delight.

I went about my quotidian tasks as usual. I lit a candle, made a cup of tea, and began sketching. I was drawing and then softly felt an impression. The carrying that I experience handles like a faint prod. I placed my pencil down and allowed consciousness to impart information. I know when the receptive mode is present, and also, I know which spirit guide is impressing. It was clearly Tasha Tudor.
"No need to reinvent the wheel, my dear, simply revive my religion of Stillwater. It's a lovely name, most especially for a dear mermaid, like you. It'll work quite nicely for what you'd like to achieve, and my, what a delight! Dressing up, garden and tea parties and might I put in a word that olde marionette show or a big celebrated theme of "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" be put into effect. I never got to see that come about, you know." (My message from Tasha Tudor about Stillwater, Wednesday, January 12, 2022.)
I wrote the letter in my diary for later reference and safekeeping. Authors are very organised record keepers, as you might have guessed. After receiving Tasha's impressionable message, I went about my morning schedule as usual. Then, while tending the chickens, a windfall of ideas came rushing upon me. Tasha had bestowed upon me another gift. You see, Tasha was an enthusiast of life, just as I am. All things are possible. If one simply chooses to believe. Just believe in whatever you choose to believe, and it will come true. But, of course, one must have faith, for dreams require trust in the unseen until they become seen. A dream will only demonstrate itself if faith precedes. a time lacking in truth and certainty and filled with anguish and despair, no woman should be shamefaced in attempting to give back to the world, through her work, a portion of its lost heart.-Louise Bogan

The innocence of heart and violence of feeling is necessary for any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them.-Louise Bogan

At Home With Mrs Carter
If I can be a bit pertinent, might I ask? Are you pleased with your family and personal life? If you're incapable of replying with a cheerful yes, well, then dear friend, welcome home to olde-fashioned measures that I've curated most especially for you.
The Pursuit Of Happiness And The Mortar Of Loving Memories

Although I was born in modern life in the year of 1972, I have had a forlornness to return to the past, even as a small child. Since birth, I have had a spirit otherworldly. As if I've lived many lifetimes, and my heart perpetually longs for the olde days of the victorian era.

I was first a mother at the young age of twenty. I bore all four of my beautiful children before the age of twenty-seven. As time passed with hastening, I made vast endeavours to implement life's simple pleasures for my dear little cherubs. In the 19th century, folk's lives were held traditions and celebrations with a cherished savouring. I used my lot in life to reimagine all those happy moments for my then family. Now it does my heart well to continue imparting these homegrown customs and celebrations with you.
Although my treasured children have all flown from the nest, my pursuit of happiness and devoted attention continues as I pass on sentiments of comfort and security. So let us not haul out our traditions as if they're family fossil fuels and no longer needed.
For The Doubtful Among Us
"I dwell in Optimism." -Raquel M. Carter

I am forever an optimist. I taught my children through inventive measures to appreciate the simple pleasures and pastimes of yesteryears. As my children have grown to adulthood, they continue to reminisce on the accessible amusement they found as children through the pleasurable activities I curated. As a mother, the power to amuse came from my inventive necessity and a pure curiosity for life.
Stillwater- A Drift Of The Past That Inspires

Dear friend, may you take a deep sigh of relief and be of good cheer. Then, follow me to the cottage where the kettle whistles and tea is made to warm your heart.
The World Shall Attempt To Lure Her Away
Whether one admits to it or not, the novelty of a world of work and entertainment might be quite alluring to the home-centred mother of curation. 

I found that often I felt torn as a home centred curator. As an onlooker watching my petticoated friends enjoy the world of validation through employment and the appeal of pay, my web of insecurity grew. 
However, as time passed, I knew better for the demands of a career extracts a high price. I was raised by a home-centred mother. The attacks on the nervous system and burden of guilt would be too much for my heart to take. The allure of wages from outside employment was never a topic of conversation. I secured those boundaries with my partner long before our business of life.

I have been forthcoming with you, dear friends, my children's father and I became estranged, and I filed a bill of divorce once my youngest child was near school graduation. But, although the events had long cast their shadows in our marriage, I remained committed to myself and my children as a home-centred mother.
My Tale Has a Happy Fairytale Ending

My purpose is to continue offering beautiful advice on making my victorian olde-fashioned petticoat philosophy the highest calling.
What was Stillwater®, according to Tasha Tudor?
"Just for fun, my family invented a religion like the shakers we called Stillwater®. I'm elderess, and we have a big celebration on Midsummer's Eve. It's really a state of mind. Stillwater® connotes something very peaceful, you see, life without stress. Nowadays, people are so jeezled up. If they took chamomile tea and spent more time rocking on the porch in the evening listening to the liquid song of the hermit thrush, they might enjoy life more. It all started because we knew the Shakers at Canterbury Village, New Hampshire when we lived nearby. They used to come and have tea, and we'd exchange cuttings. I loved their frocks and things, and I was especially fond of one of them, Sister Alice, who kept bees. We really invented our Stillwater® belief so we could have a party out in the barn on Midsummers Eve. It didn't amount to much religion except for a good dance and lots of delicious things to eat. Stillwater® believers are very hedonistic. Life is to be enjoyed, not saddled with. Do you know that lovely quotation from Fra Giovanni? He was an old monk from away back who wrote to his patron, The gloom of the world is but a shadow; behind it yet within our reach is joy. Take Joy." That's the first commandment of the Stillwater® religion. Joy is there for the taking. Some people are born pessimists, and some are born optimists. I'm definitely an optimist." (The Private World of Tasha Tudor, By Tasha Tudor and Richard Brown, pg.60)

"Now is the high tide of the year,
and whatever if life hath ebbed away
comes flooding back with a ripply cheer,
into every bare inlet and creek and bay;
Now the heart is so full that a drop over-fills it;
we are happy now because God wills it..."
                               -James Russell Lowell

The version simplified, which Tasha Tudor quoted infamously, "Take Joy."
I salute you! There is nothing I can give you
which you have not;
but there is much, that while I cannot give,
you can take.
No heaven can come to us
unless our hearts find rest in it today.
Take Heaven.
No peace lies in the future, which is not hidden in this present instant.
Take Peace.
The gloom of the world
is but a shadow,
behind it, yet, within our reach,
is joy.
Take Joy.
And so, at this Christmas time,
I greet you,
with the prayer that for you,
now and forever, the day breaks
and the shadows flee away.

[Stillwater® Petticoat Philosophy is Registered Copyright and Trademarked protected by creator Raquel M. Carter. All Rights Reserved.]
Contents for Stillwater® will combine with gathered events held at The Carter Settlement. They will consist of ceremonials for common days, rituals, the art of domestic bliss and the joys and comforts of seasonal pastimes. In addition, a yearly calendar and schedule of gatherings will be available here on ye olde logbook and all aspects of information that entails the Stillwater® Petticoat Philosophy.
I would not have the strength to commence this movement were it not for the courage and guidance of spiritual mentors. So it will be with helping hands, warm hearts, generous monetary gifts in kind and brilliant minds to assist me in this endeavour.

My sincerest appreciation, Mrs Carter

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[Stillwater® Petticoat Philosophy is Registered Copyright and Trademarked protected by creator Raquel M. Carter. All Rights Reserved.]
Secondary source for quoted credit -Mrs. Sharp's Traditions, page 35