Sally Thomas

altar railpair of altar gatesmonstrancebanner18th-century fiddleback chasuble Hurry! stoleor iconThese things need good homes in churches and/or with clergy. Thank you. More to come. . . . . Continue Reading »

I’ve spent the evening — well, what was left of it after dinner and baths and stories and the rosary and people wanting to keep their lights on after lights out and other people wanting to take showers upstairs at the same time that the dishes were being washed downstairs, which is . . . . Continue Reading »

We’re back, after an eventful few days. On Friday, you might remember, I was to have driven a group of boys — the Holy Crusaders from our parish — to the U.S. Army Chaplain Museum in Columbia, South Carolina. This plan did not materialize. I had lost my van’s registration . . . . Continue Reading »

I’m out all day both today and tomorrow, first at our Latin-Mass-Holy-Hour-Pa-Looza, and then on a day-long field trip to a military-chaplains’ museum. As I was casting about for some religious idea to leave you with, my eye fell on the dog, who has been stalking flies. He’s not . . . . Continue Reading »

This is the strangest thing I’ve seen all day.Well, that’s not strictly true. But it’s true enough for our purposes. The thing is, I need to think of a religious reason for you to want it. Uh . . . you . . . want to make some kind of point about creationism and evolution? See no . . . . Continue Reading »

A question from a philistine: Is this personage in the chiffon sheer off a picture window supposed to be God? Or Eve? Or what? You’d think that “Adam Sleeping” would be a relatively simple narrative to represent, but apparently not. On second thought, I think that must be God. . . . . Continue Reading »

Not long ago, and I’m sure you remember it as if it were yesterday, I wrote about my search for the perfect prayer book. Help Help Help, &c. Well, God and reader Ed P. have heard my cry. Ed P. writes: . . . I commend to your consideration the “Monastic Diurnal” published by . . . . Continue Reading »

No high art here, just a miscellany of lovely little things, such as I might actually have in my actual house (beneath the current avalanche of cross-shaped coffee tables and recliners and dangly lamps and kapok pillows). Here’s another little gilt triptych, very much like the one which lives on . . . . Continue Reading »

. . . as a sort of baptized feng shui would get to me, too, after a while, I think. This cruciform decorating mania of Jody’s reminds me somehow of a day I spent in Little Walsingham years ago. This Norfolk village, as you may or may not recall, rejoices in the title of “England’s . . . . Continue Reading »

Lest anyone think that Fridays in my house are all dolor and sacrifice and Filet-O-Fish sandwiches, let me say a few words now about homemade ice cream. Among other things. First let me say that until about two weeks ago, I’d never made ice cream. When my husband and I married, nearly twenty . . . . Continue Reading »