Thursday, December 2, 2010
Today I chose a long neglected vintage dress from Suzy Q. Very Betty Draper of me, don't you think? There I am, languishing about with my 10 o'clock Old Fashioned. That's 10 a.m.
I realized, about 2 hours in to the day that the sharp pain in my side was not last night's pizza expanding and contracting in my stomach as I had originally thought, but was in fact, due entirely to the teeny tiny waist band of my dress. Clearly my boyish figure would have been trussed like a turkey in 1958 in order to fit in the clothes of the day. Sigh. The things we women have done (and will do) to look presentable.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Remember when I was waxing rhapsodic over these Bensimon shoes? And wishing I could find them in my size?
Well, I did find them! Or at least the lace up ankle sister-shoe (the ones above were sold out in my size).
I ordered them in gris claire (so french!). I'll pick them up tomorrow and will wear the heck out of them all summer long.
l.o.v.e the rumply canvas and distressed edges. am i crazy for purchasing something this light in color? my other thought was this shade...help me decide?!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Imagine my surprise (dismay?) when I opened my new anthropologie catalog this evening only to find this chair being offered...
which looks suspiciously like the one in the first photo and below, which I reupholstered two years ago. "Hmmm, even the fabric looks very similar" I though to myself. But surely that can't be. I used 100 year old homespun jute and flax/linen blend (not entirely sure) from France that I bought from someone on ebay. So I looked at anthro's website and guess what? The Lunet Chair is "upholstered in recycled jute sacks from France...Price $1698".
I don't know whether to be kinda proud of myself or annoyed that something I thought was so unique is now so accessible. Well, only if you have an extra $1698 laying around. Sheesh. Guess it just goes to show no matter how hard you try, there's nothing new under the sun.
Favorite Things: Day 31 This guy..
baby wearer, boy carrying
For being my best friend, confidante, encourager, challenger. For patiently putting up with my bleep. For making all my dreams come true by giving me the family I always wanted. But mainly for being the inimitable Ryan. I love you.
Favorite Things: Day 30 Cupcakes with Buttercream Frosting
You know, I was going to leave day 30 for something like "being a sibling/nurturing siblings", or "community", or "friendship" but decided, what are any of those, really, without a little sweetness? A tiny morsel when the craving hits. For me those cravings are satisfied with these Devil Food Cupcakes with Brown Sugar Buttercream. To be honest, I could do without the cupcake. I mean, it is made out of chocolate that I mix with fresh brewed coffee, and for a bite of something chocolatey, it does the trick. But for me it's just a vehicle with which to drive the buttercream into my waiting mouth. Mmmm, as Blythe is fond of saying. And she hasn't even tried these yet.
Brown sugar buttercream was new to me so I went for the same method as I do my lemon meringue white buttercream...egg whites whisked together with brown sugar over a double boiler until warm and shiny, then beaten into a frenzy, in part to cool the mixture off. Then you add the butter. I won't say how much, but it's a lot. The moment it all comes together and begins to look like something you could actually ice a cake with is a glorious one and the point at which my mouth begins to salivate with expectation.
I love the salty-sweet of the butter and brown sugar and have been known to keep the leftovers in the fridge for a pick me up late afternoons when Mama needs a secret treat. Good stuff.
Favorite Things: Day 29 Sweaters
All I can say is, one can never have too many. Long sleeve, cardigan, pull over, turtle neck, cable knit, fine gauge knit, metallic, 3/4 sleeve, shawl collar, puffed shoulder, boat neck with stripes, cashmere, merino wool, cotton, linen, cotton/wool blend, variegated, handmade, vintage, store bought.
They're all good.
And no, I don't have too many.
Favorite Things: Day 28 Traditions
Ryan carrying Felix up the hill to the hut.
One of my very favorite things is carrying over traditions from both our sides of the family, as well as beginning new ones with our own brood.
Thanksgiving, when I was growing up, always entailed about 20 extra people as well as make shift table of plywood on sawhorses, covered nicely with a starched white table cloth. We pulled out boxes of Noritake china from under the stairs and washed each piece carefully. I loved polishing the silver, ironing the napkins, and setting the table with candles and place markers. The kitchen was a hub of activity, with amazing smells driving us all wild with hunger. There was the year Mom accidentally dropped the 25+ lb. turkey on the floor, creating a scene right out of The Christmas Story, and the other year Aunt Suzie traipsed around our soft pine wood floors in spiky heels, leaving an indelible mark on our floor that nearly sent my father into an apoplectic fit.
Christmas began with the hunt for the perfect i.e. tallest tree in christendom that we would then cut down, tie to our car, and drive merrily home. One year, our eyes were bigger than our strength, and we had to use a pully system, with me standing on the front porch, tugging on a rope through the dormer window to get the tree in an upright position. I think that one was close to 15-17 feet high? Christmas also included copious amounts of yummy food, including the year Mom made a traditional English plum pudding and tried to light it on fire with brandy soaked sugar cubes. Many attempts at lighting failed and then suddenly, whoosh, it seemed to explode and we all gasped then applauded. Good times.
Since we moved to Wisconsin, my side of the family has been traveling here for Thanksgiving. Everyone pitches in for the big meal as well as all the other meals of the week, lots of games of dominoes are played, beer is drunk, but the best part of Thanksgiving is an afternoon at Indian Lake. There is a wonderful warming hut on top of a hill there, with a wood stove and a stash of firewood. We haul in food and supplies and spend the afternoon mostly outside, around the big fire pit, with the hut as a place to warm up if need be. It's become a tradition almost every one in the family looks forward to the most.
Noel starting a fire in the hut's woodstove.
My older brother James also ropes anyone he can into running the Berby Derby with him Thanksgiving morning which I feel conflicted about. On the one hand, I enjoyed the race the year I ran it, but on the other hand, I'd much rather wake up late and eat a large breakfast instead. Either way, it's a fun tradition.
Our family has created lots of other traditions. Some of them will remain the same for years to come, others may change a bit to fit our changing schedule and kids' desires. Either way, it's a lovely way to create memories and an anticipation for the years to come.