Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Best recent discoveries:
1. The inch of snow outside is the best kind — a cottony powder that doesn't even feel cold, just fresh and soft.
2. New Years Day is, in fact, on Friday and not Saturday, which I had somehow led myself to believe.
3. Because of Fact 2, Nicolas Felton's 2009 annual report will, most likely, be out a day earlier than I thought!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Yes every Christmas is great. It's fun to be with family, but this year was different; far less complicated than last (too much trouble to get into the details), and I also wasn't sitting next to a talkative (and deathly ill) German woman on a terribly uncomfortable overnight flight to London. Instead, we ventured out onto snow-covered highways towards our annual Christmas Eve party, and we woke up back at home, in sleepy Parkville, to a very white wonderland.
Here are a few gifts given and received:
I am so happy I waited and didn't check this out from the library.
The Principles of Uncertainty by Maira Kalman
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I have seen these on several blogs now, and this swiss-miss post made me think to put them on here. Wish I could get one for T for Christmas. Is that a weird gift? These axes, by Best Made Co., are kind of out of my price range. Who knew chopping would could look so good?
I pulled on a pair of black wool tights today and realized I hadn't worn them for two years. I don't quite know how I knew this, or thought of it, but the last time I wore them was in London. Today, I pulled them on and felt as if I were preparing for the day in another life, in another place. A small, quiet burst of unexplained happiness ushered through me as I thought about how I would get dressed in my tiny flat. When we traveled to Berlin, I layered them everyday under trousers. When we missed the Eurostar home from Paris, I slept in them in our little hotel room across from the train station and went to work in them the next day. Why is so much joy tied to a pair of footless tights? Why do I not have this association with other articles of clothing? More importantly, why haven't they been worn for two years?
Monday, December 21, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Things that are pleasing in December:
-Eyelashes clumped with snowflakes
-The crunch of snow on a car windshield as the wipers pack it tightly on the side of a window (this also might obstruct your view, but it certainly sounds nice).
-Watching a cup of water quickly turn the color of Lady Grey when the bag plops in.
-The starchy, fresh sound a knife makes when it cuts through potatoes.
-Reading only by the glow of twinkly lights
Thursday, December 17, 2009
How does one know when one has amassed enough things? Probably never? It's a silly question, really.
I enjoy collecting interesting books with interesting covers so that they are not only interesting to read but interesting to gaze upon and talk about from a couch or chair in my living room when certain conversations with guests stray or become dull. I also take great satisfaction in creating small vignettes of books and magazines and little devices. When I grow tired of a particular scene, it's easy to rearrange things to construct a different stack of somethings or an entirely new setting.
The small number of wintry Christmas decorations I borrowed from my mother have provided new ideas, but mostly a lot of unnecessary glitter.
I am also a nail-biter, and it might be possible to equate these mindless acts of moving things as artful fidgeting. At least my cuticles aren't suffering.
Every year, a man named Will Treelighter covers every millimeter of the crab apple tree in his front yard with strands of Christmas lights. It's called the Magic Tree, and we visited a couple weekends ago. One can see the orb of color from quite a distance, and although the road to Will Treelighter's home is not very well lit, it's easy to find — just follow the cars that make the pilgrimage down Old Plank Road each year at Christmas.
From the pictures I had seen, I imagined the Magic Tree to live by itself in a quiet, snowy forest. I guess that doesn't make much sense though, as it requires 16 power cables to keep the crabapple lit. In a forest, that would be one very long extension cord. Even though the tree is in the front yard of its keeper's house and in the middle of a neighborhood, there isn't a lot of light pollution. As long as the cars that park across the street in a frosty soccer field switch off their headlights, you can still imagine yourself away to a dark, wintry wood that explodes into a painting of light and color right before your eyes.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Strong, light, frothy, creamy, fragrant. Cappuccinos are my favorite, and That's A Cappuccino might be one of my favorite drink-related sites. Users can review cappuccinos they've had at different cafes and venues, and post a thumbs-up or -down regarding their experience. Unfortunately, it's only in London, but hey, I can always take notes.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Monday, December 14, 2009
Since T has been here, my diet is less homemade vegetable soup and fishees and more homemade cottage pies, chicken & bacon pasta, stuffed pork, BLT's and homemade french fries, or what I like to call, Man Food. This is not a bad thing. Oh, no, not at all. T is an amazing chef, and as I've noted before in this blog, he's taught me a lot about cooking. Man Food might require slightly more sweatfests at the gym, but I figure it's good training for the damage done at Christmas.
Plus, I get to counter the savory with these little White Chocolate Cranberry Macadamia Nut Cookies.
Flour messes, scoopfuls of white chocolate, the warm fragrance of brown sugar, heaping measuring spoons of cranberries and T, the best egg-cracker in the world.
Inspiration as of late
Photos by The Sartorialist
Article: Is it Art or Their Homes?
Every weekend I look forward to watching fashion editor Jess Cartner-Morley's 3-minute fashion how-to over at the Guardian. Typically I find that I can make something out of the clothes in my closet that is somewhat relevant to the weekly fashion lesson. Despite the fact that a girl can never have enough wooly sweaters and knits, I knew that this week's would be a cinch:
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The new issue of BodyTalk launched on Friday. The content focused on medicine and sexuality, which proved to be a bit of a challenge image-wise (all I can say is thank goodness for Flickr Commons and Wikimedia Commons), but overall I'm thrilled with how Issue 2 turned out. Even better than the last! We had some excellent guest illustrators too. Yay and thank you toBen, Marcos and Tom for all of your help.
Check out a few of the pages, and then click the here to read the issue. Get your meds on.