Author: 459856pwpadmin

  • Wrapped

    I adore Christmas.  I just can’t help but be happy in December.  And it doesn’t really matter if I get everything done that I hope to get done.  It is just hard for me not keep humming carols to myself, especially the traditional ones like “ “Oh Holy Night”, “Lully Lullay”, and “The First Noel”.

    Most of all I love wrapping gifts.  I love paper and ribbon and tinsel and little bits of decorations lovingly wrapped around packages.  I know that the packaging itself really isn’t that important, but I can’t help myself.  Even the most simple gift gets wrapped in glorious paper and is surrounded with yards of ribbons tied up into extravagant bows.

    Bowsweb

    Then, on Christmas morning I am the first one up staring at the tree, eagerly awaiting the time when the others arise, and all those packages are opened and the wrapping ripped to shreds.  I can’t explain it.  I love wrapping packages.  I love watching other people open their packages more than I enjoy opening my own.  I love Christmas and the idea that for one day at least the idea of “peace on earth, good will to men” might actually be true. 

    Pretty packages and peace.  Sounds good to me.

  • Skirting the Issue

    Christmastreeskirt

    The beautiful wine velvet has become a skirt of sorts; it has become the tree skirt.  Ahhh, one way to deal with temptation, because as it was: (a temptation that is), I was ready to chuck all Christmas plans out the window, tell my family to order pizza on Christmas eve, not decorate the house, or distribute my usual platters of cookies and Christmas candies or do any of the other things that I love during the holidays.  I was going to hole myself up with my new Hot Patterns skirt pattern and red velvet and not come out until I had a skirt.

    That plan has been successfully aborted and delayed until next year, when my mind will be much clearer.

    I do this every year, wrap some lovely piece of fabric around the base of the Christmas tree.  I am happiest when I have huge pieces that I can drape and arrange in extravagant folds so that it extends well beyond the border of the tree.  I have used cottons, velvets, silks, brocades, even, one year, a beautiful Chanel tweed, which later became a beloved suit.  And yet, every year I tell myself that I could have made a skirt for the tree, or even bought one.  That latter choice is not all that likely as I always find fault with the skirts in the stores.  Over the years I have had plans, often grand in scale, for the tree skirt I would make.  They never materialize. 

    When I was young, naive, and full of energy, in my early 20s,  I thought I would embroidery one in panels, perhaps recreating beautiful stained glass windows and tying them together with velvet or brocade.  I planned at least 12 panels of embroidery, although I aspired to more.  I thought I would do one a year.  I would have been finished long ago if I had ever undertaken that project. 

    Once I wanted to make a beautiful and grand needlepoint skirt, probably the size of a rug since I don’t like wimpy skirts.  That one was never started either. 

    Once I was going to make a skirt of silk and velvet pieces like a crazy quilt, with embroidery and perhaps even beads….

    You guessed it.

    I still have fabric, plain old fabric, under my tree.  Probably always will.  But you know, after that fabric is made up into some favorite garment, it’s cool to think that I am wearing my tree skirt.

  • Of wrapping and cutting

    I did finally finish cutting out the vest.  Despite my best intentions, and after announcing several times the night before that my first priority for the day was to do some cutting, I did not get started until 4:30.  I had hoped to cut before shoveling the snow, but various interruptions occurred and the day did not go as planned.

    Well, what is new in that?  Nothing, nothing at all.

    After the vest was cut and dinner was made, I was just too tired, and the back to sore to cut some more,  (that new cutting table is looking more and more attractive) and I have the vest and a sweater set cut so there is plenty to sew on right now.  Besides at the moment my sewing room is piled high with various Christmas gifts waiting to be wrapped (only a few more to ship), so sewing time may be limited to rather rare moments between holiday preparations.

    I wrapped up the gifts for my nieces and their children so they can be shipped out on Monday:

    Christmas1

    The pot in the background is filled with vegetarian vegetable stock that I had just finished making.  This one was based on winter squash and leeks, along with miscellaneous vegetable trimmings and spices.  The Christmas preparations have begun, along with some menu planning and recipe alteration to accommodate the preferences of my vegan 2-step-granddaughter, who is expected to be joining us. (step-daughter’s step-daughter).  There will be plenty of choices for the more carnivorous minded as well.  I have never been known for having a shortage of food on the table or in the pantry.

  • On The Menu

    Roasted Steelhead Trout with Balsamic Citrus Glaze
    Braised Fennel and Garlic
    Roasted Sweet Potato & Potato Chips

     

  • In anticipation of snow

    There is nothing quite like trying to buy Calcium Chloride the day before a snowstorm, but that is precisely how I spent part of my day today.  It started this morning when I casually told the Husband that they were predicting snow for tomorrow morning, and thank goodness I did too.  He told me that we were out of salt for the driveway, explaining that he hadn’t mentioned it before because I had such a bad cold and he didn’t want me to have to go out and get it then.  Of course, I am still snot-brained and dripping like a leaky faucet, but I do have much more energy and presence of mind today so off to the stores I go to find the elusive salt.

    Usually we are much more prepared with salt supplies, trying to keep enough for at least 2 snowfalls in stock.  In this household that means three 50 pound bags, as it takes 75 pounds to salt our 600 foot long, steep, curvy driveway.  The salt makes a big difference in what is left after the plowing is done, and in how quickly it melts, especially since most of the driveway does not get direct sun in the wintertime. Although the salt expenditure is significant, the difference is highly noticeable, and the driveway remains far more passable with less shoveling.

    If the powers that be are correct this time, it looks like we will be at the center of the coming storm with approximately 10 inches of snow predicted.  What fun!  I love looking out the window at the white, snowy world.  Everything becomes so silent and peaceful.  For a few minutes after a snowfall, if I am lucky even a few hours, I can pretend that the world is a calm, peaceful, and happy place.  That is until I go out near the malls in the pre-Christmas madness.

    As I warmed my hands around a nice cup of hot coffee following my 45 minute stint of salt scattering, I thought about the wonderful prospect of a snow-day.  There are things to do.  I am a little behind on holiday preparations.  But I decided that I will ignore them all.  Tomorrow I will finish my cutting, cutting out the projects I had originally planned, plus one more.

    My pattern order arrived from HotPatterns on Tuesday::

    Hotpatterns

    I didn’t order anything really fancy and I did not expect them to arrive so soon.  Today some beautiful wine stretch velvet arrived from Candlelight Valley

    Winevelvet

    The photo is not mine, I copied it from this page  on the Candlelight Valley website.  My photos ended up too blurry and pink without flash, and too dark, almost black, with flash.

    I’m not yet sure which version of the skirt I will cut.  Tomorrow will tell.  Tonight I have to wash the fabric (and I still have to iron the sheets).

  • The remainder of the vest has not been cut.  I had truly hoped I would get to it, not that I was likely to get to the sewing soon as we will be leaving for Boston by late afternoon today and will not be back until Late Sunday night.  I have no handsewing to take with me although I do plan on taking knitting.  George will be at a meeting so I will be free to shop, wander around, go to museums and just generally hang out.  I am looking forward to it.

    I am also looking forward to meeting May from Sewing World who not only sews but is a fabulous knitter.  What fun.

    I had originally had a small stretch of time on Tuesday, but the new Design Within Reach catalog arrived and in it was this fabulous modern shelving system .  I immediately thought of my sewing room.

    I have long wanted (needed) to put some kind of shelves with cubbies along the blue wall.  I have looked at all the local stores and closet places and just about everywhere I can think of for a modular system that I could put up that would fit there, under the beams from my post and beam ceiling, in the space I have, in a way that would meet my needs and be aesthetically pleasing.  Nothing was working out.  I had reconciled myself to the fact that I would never get what I wanted unless I had a custom-built bookcase/shelving system put in, and frankly my sewing room is not high enough on the priority list for that right now.  If II go to all the expense and bother to build a built-in and have it really well made, I feel I also have to deal with the panelled walls which I hate, the floor that I don’t like and so forth.  I would rather deal with those issues in the more public areas of the house first.

    When I calculate everything out with these modules, which are 18 1/4 by 18 1/4 by 10" deep, I realize that they just work out to fill the available space, depending on how high the little feet are that go on the bottoms.   HOW EXCITING! 

    Besides I genuinely like the high-tech modern look of them, or at least I imagine I do from the photos.  I hope I am not dissapointed when I see the real things. I’m going to stop in the Cambridge DWR store and take a look.

    But now, I think this can actually happen.  I still have to work out a new counter-top and cabinets for a sewing table one wall as I am going to replace the old desks i am using now.  But, with luck I should be able to pull this together this winter and will have a place to hide when the outdoor demolition and construction starts in March.

    I’ll let you know what develops.

  • Who’s on Top? and Why

    I finally read Guns, Germs, and Steel by Jared Diamond.  When the book first came out it had not been on my reading list even though several acquaintances recommended it.  Since then I have seen it referenced in many other books and felt I finally had to get around to reading it.  I am glad I did.  Although in many ways there is no new research or information in the book, Diamond does take information that I had come across before and analyze it in a different way.  Whether or not his theory is correct, he has made me look at history and human development in a new way and in that sense his book is successful. 

    Before reading the book I had encountered various criticisms, one of the most frequent being that Diamond reduces all of human history to geography without giving any weight to cultural, political, and religious differences between peoples.  To a certain extent this is true, but it is in fact a gross simplification and misreading.  I am not sure, after reading this book that Diamond would say that these differences do not matter, but that they really do not affect his major premise.

    The book is focused more on the differences in human development from our primitive state to our modern state, and why those changes developed primarily among peoples on the Eurasian continent rather than among those elsewhere.  It is most definitely not concerned with the reasons that, once the march of technology had begun, it was Europe as opposed to Asia or the Middle East that conquered the rest of the world.  This book is not, for the most part interested in historical development during the time of recorded history, but how we got to that time. In that sense, this book is not really a study of history but more of a work of cultural environmentalism or environmental anthropology.

    Looked at in that narrow sense, which is actually the broader time span of human history, but probably the least interesting in terms of modern historical development, Diamond probably makes a reasonable point when he asserts that the differences that lead up to the development of modern human history can be broken down into four basic factors:

        1.     Availability of potential plants and animals for domestication, leading humans to settle down into static communities rather than nomadic bands. 
        2.      The orientation of continental axis to facilitate the spread of agriculture and information across the same or similar latitude.
        3.    Transfer of knowledge between groups of people, again made easier by differences of weather and terrain.
        4.    Population size, which is again based on the first premise as settled groups of people who can feed themselves are more inclined to larger populations than nomadic bands who must search for food.

    The book contains a wealth of materials supporting these theses and it is for the most part excellently presented.  The book is not at all a difficult read, at times downright chatty, and this could be described as a strong point (readable) or weak point as these chatty conversational sections tend to reveal more of Diamond’s biases and often lapse into cliches.  In fact what I believe makes the book so successful is that it is for the most part readable and has managed to take the theory of geographic determinacy to a much wider audience.  As I said previously, the information presented is not new, I have encountered most of the facts before, and even the theory behind it is not new either.  But the book presents the facts and a rather grand overreaching theory in a new, mostly cohesive, way  that has obviously reached many and caught public attention at a time when it was receptive to this information, even if not always in agreement.

    Lastly I want to address the issue of political correctness which has certainly been leveled at Diamond.  Yes the book has a bias.  It is true it does not give a full rounded view of human history, but that is not really its aim.  Yes it argues that the differences in the development of society, at least until the beginnings of the modern age of statehood and technology, were completely rooted in outside factors, not issues of intelligence or race.  In fact Diamond argues that all peoples and races are essentially equal intelligence and who ended up on top at least started out as a question of geography.  In fact some of his arguments about intelligence and society could be easily taken up by proponents of either side of the race/intelligence debate.

    Aside from making the reader think about human development, society, and how we got here, assuming that in darkest prehistory we all started out equal on an unequal playing field, the book also reminds us that we are still not that different from our more “primitive” ancestors and reminds us that human history if full of the violent and brutish overpowering the naive, uninformed, and non-violent. He reminds us that true genius is a rare thing in human history and accidents of human geography, human development, cultural development and technology all shape whether innovations are accepted and incorporated into a culture or lost.  Having a larger population increases the chance of innovation, as does technology itself, but only the structure and veneer of society itself keeps us from falling back on our natures.  Human societies that forget these basic lessons do so at their own peril. 

    Although it is not Diamond’s point, the lions are always at the gate. 

  • Tracing, Cutting, and Filing

    I have finally cut the outer fabric for George’s vest:

    First I thread-traced all the seams, marked the darts and put in tailor’s tacks as necessary.  I used to just put tacks along the seam line every few inches, but it seems that I am much more distracted now than I was when I was younger, so I spend a little more time on prep now, hoping to save myself more gray hairs later.

    Although with quick projects for me I often just trace with pastels, which I can get in a wide variety of colors to blend in with any fabric, for a more detailed project on really good fabric like this cashmere and wool, thread tracing seems more appropriate.

    Vest1

    It always seems to take forever.  The kitchen island, which is my cutting table until I get my sewing room reorganized with new shelving and a new layout, is a little low even though it is a couple of inches higher than standard counter height.  By the end of the marking my back was sore, and the difference in my stitches is quite noticeable.  I must admit it is better than the floor, which was my main cutting table for many years.

    I always love looking at the pattern pieces on the fabric after the pattern has been lifted but before cutting.  It seems so full of promise:

    Vest2

    After cutting; right front, wrong side;

    Vest3

    Right front, right side with darts and pocket placement marked:

    Vest4

    The back piece and lining are still to be cut.  I spent more time yesterday working on the sewing room than actually working on a sewing project.  I had piled up magazines and books and was out of space on the shelves.  More shelves are in the plans, and I know The Husband would jump right in and build something for me, but then we already had one go-round of the old  “form vs function” argument this weekend and I am loathe to begin another.  I am far more willing to wait and get what I want eventually rather than spend time and money on something which works but does not please.

    Besides I need some control of my accumulated STUFF.  Eventually I plan on moving the cookbooks out of the sewing/knitting/fiber room, and I had to move some of them this weekend even though there is not yet shelving to accomplish this.  Unfortunately several projects are in line ahead of the bookshelves.  The cookbooks are now stacked on the floor along one wall of the guest room.  Hopefully mom will survive this over the Christmas Holidays – more to entertain herself with.

    Here are the finished shelves with periodicals and knitting books on the lower two shelves, sewing books occupying half of the shelf above, with the remaining cookbooks.  A few leftovers are stacked up with the interfacing and other miscellaneous items.

    Shelves

  • Warmed by Music and Art at the beginning of winter

    Wonderful holiday weekend so far, far from the crowded malls.  Friday night we had a Philharmonic concert and although we approached the day with some trepidations, fearing that the train station would be parked to the gills, we were pleasantly thrilled to find the parking lots far less than full and the trains not very crowded, despite the admonitions of the conductor of the “hundreds of passengers” still to board the train.  We miscalculated the train schedule, not thinking that Friday was a holiday, and had to take a later train than planned.  We still managed to get to Avery Fisher in time for a quick cup of coffee before the performance.

    The first work, a contemporary piece by Colin Matthews, Berceuse for Dresden, was moderately interesting.  I thought I might like it if I heard it again.  George however was underwhelmed, as was most of the audience, judging by the applause.  After hearing the remainder of the concert, I am not sure if it stands a chance. 

    The Schumann Cello concerto was lovely, as is all Schumann.  Although it was beautiful I was not moved.  But I suspect I rarely am by Schumann.  I think the music is beautiful but it does not seem to affect me in the same way as it does my beloved.  Well, I suppose we cannot agree on absolutely everything and a few differences certainly add interest and spark on occasion. 

    The concert certainly built up from a slow start with the Matthews to a resounding finish with Dvorak’s 9th Symphony (New World) which was absolutely stunningly performed.  George’s initial response to the program had been that he could leave early, something of the “I’ve heard The New World Symphony so many times I could take or leave it” attitude.  I however make no bones about loving it.  I adore so many of the old warhorses and am not ashamed to admit it.  I was on the edge of my seat from the beginning.  And the performance was spectacular.  Powerful, moving, rousing, achingly beautiful in the slow parts.  A wonderful evening.   

    Today we went back to Vassar to see the Danish Art exhibit that I had seen in October.  George had not seen it yet and I had no problem seeing it again.  I still feel it is lovely and peaceful.  Some of the paintings are just beautifully evocative, even when purely stylistically they are not completely effective, such as one harsh winter scene with the sharp lines, badly placed buildings but beautiful scenery and curving road that just draws you down it, deeper into the picture.  Perhaps it was just that it is winter here now and the light in that painting is so obviously the sharp cold icy light of late winter, when things are starting to get brighter but have not yet warmed. It has an interesting effect of being both distant and isolated yet also welcoming.  It has remained in our minds.  Neither one of us remembers the name of the painter.

    There was no docent and no opportunity to purchase a catalog.  I will have to stop by during the week.

  • Happy Thanksgiving!

    Thanksgiving
    November 24, 2005
    Thursday

    Cheese
    Crackers
    Champagne

    Roast Turkey
    Cornbread Stuffing
    Roasted Sweet Potatoes, Fennel, and Shiitake Mushrooms
    Broccoli Raab with Mustard Bread Crumbs
    Cranberry, Pear, and Blueberry Compote
    Jellied Cranberry Sauce
    Oil Cured Black Olives

    Pinot Noir – Siduri Santa Lucia Highlands 1999

    Pecan Pie
    Ice Cream

     

    I love Thanksgiving.  I guess I love Holidays, especially those where people gather together and enjoy each others company over food and drink.  Thanksgiving and Christmas come to mind as primary examples, and they are enjoyable for the differences as well as their similarities.

    Even a small gathering, a couple of neighbors, consisting mostly of adults can call up an enjoyable flurry of cooking and decorating.  I suppose I just love to feed people. 

    The cooking has extended over a couple of days;  first the stock which makes the other dishes especially delicious.  Yesterday brought forth cornbread for the stuffing and the pie.  Today the main course and the  finishing touches. 

    I can think of no happier activity.  I give thanks for the wonderful fortune and opportunity that have brought me this fine family, my friends, and the ability to indulge my passions.