I have loved the idea of Twelfth Night since I was a small child living in Spain. We have not always celebrated but my father did indulge me a little in this. When I became an adult I decided to indulge myself. We have, when the calendar allows, had a party and Reyes Cake, but generally we have a quieter celebration and put out our shoes for the Wise Men along with offerings of sustenance for man and camel. Later today the Christmas decorations will finally be taken down and the holiday will be officially over.
Of course part of the childhood thrill was the gifts that came from the wise men, but in truth I liked the idea of Christmas and gifts being slightly separated. You would not know that now from the piles of wonderment that existed under our tree on Christmas morning. In the days of my youth I would get big, ripe, Rio Grande Valley oranges, a real prize before fresh food was flown daily around the world and the miracle of UPS and FedEx could bring ripe citrus to any door. Today I awoke to find that this had been left behind:
It is nice to know that my numerous hints did not go unheeded.
I have been curled up with my nose buried deep in its pages this morning. It is bright and entertaining, a far cry from the dull gray skies that await outside. I think that is the worst thing about winter here. I don’t mind the snow. I don’t mind the cold. But I hate the dull somber grayness of it all. Only three days of gray in a row now and I am ready to crawl back under the warm down comforter and hibernate.
Many of the photos are quite outré, but are also filled with inspiration. This is definitely a biased sample of modern talent. Still there are designers and ideas which I might never have encountered. I will leave you with a brief collage:
