We have le Lierre on signs. We dubbed our home Ivy Cottage years back. It began with a trip to Switzerland. While sightseeing with friends, we noticed the artful signage naming each family place. When we inquired about having a plaque made for our home we found the time constraints and cost of shipping not feasible. I truly was sad to leave empty handed. Once home, Hubby created his version of those wrought iron signs. He sculpted our IVY from a wire hanger. To this day it hangs in our dining room. I adore it!
|my wire hanger gift|
|very wrinkled! remember - they were squashed in their closet!!|
One was ~ a dark, wood paneled, historic Restaurant in London. A place we visited in 2001. Did I
THE IVY - LONDON
When owner Abel Glandellini and Maître d'Hôtel Mario Gallati joined forces in 1917, their modest cafe soon made friends and gained favour amongst the theatre community and The Ivy was born. "Don't worry, we will always come to see you, we will cling together like the ivy," said actress Alice Delysia, quoting a popular song of the day, when she overheard an apology from Abel Glandellini for his building works and his desire to create one of London's finest dining rooms - the name stuck.
"A table at The Ivy is one of the most sought-after pieces of furniture in London" AA Gill.
Or, on second thought - did I take a souvenir from the California eatery of the same name? I have been there to indulge once or twice. Well..... eat and STAR WATCH!!
The Ivy (Los Angeles)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Robertson Boulevard in Los Angeles known for celebrity sightings and papparazzi. It serves nouvelle American cuisine "in a prettily decorated series of country-cottage rooms, with a flowery outdoor terrace"
This is a clip from the movie Get Shorty shot in the courtyard of The Ivy. When I lunched on the patio during one visit I was completely enthralled with watching the table near us, as Lauren Holly was there reading a script with other various persons.....
I'm inclined to believe the napkins are from our dinner in London. Either story is a fond memory. Beginning to think I may have a klepto problem. HA!! Are my FINDS Found?? or otherwise??