I’ve been coming back together, slowly but surely. This one wiped me out. (I’m giddy with joy that it’s passing!) It’s put a damper on my plans: Seems like I’m always early to get the Christmas decorations up, with the exception of this year. Okay, so a forced slow-down was fine too. I’ve been prepping some of my embroideries for hanging, and they fill me with cheer. (I’m susceptible to cheer. Are you? It can get annoying, I know, but it’s better than being susceptible to grump.)
This one, of course, comes from the Merry Tree Lot pattern. (I’m putting up the ‘tree lot’ too.) The actual tree is still in the process of being decorated. It may take a while yet. Or I may go for that minimalist look and just put up some lights and glass globes. Ooo, that sounds good. I think I’ll do that. I’d much rather be stitching anyway… (Did I ever share my process pics for the ‘tree lot’?)
PS: I know, I totally fell behind on putting up the new embroidery patterns! I’m on top of it. That is, until my meds wear off, and then I’ll probably take a nap and fall behind again… Let’s just say, I’ll do what I can to get those babes up, asap.
I hope all of you are doing well. Many many thanks for the kind comments and emails. I just love and appreciate that you take time out of your busy days to visit me here. What treasures you all are… xoxoxo, Sos
A pastrami sandwich tastes great, even when you can’t taste it. (Just one of those things you should know and remember.) And a husband’s love is confirmed once again, when he ventures out to Frosty King in the middle of the night, to get you your most favorite sandwich in the world, even though you can’t taste it.
Today I rediscovered the patch of garden greens I sowed in October, and proceeded to devour everything like a wild invalid. It must’ve been a pretty sight: girl in pajamas, her skin as pale as snow, large almond eyes with even larger dark circles beneath them, dark hair that hasn’t been brushed since Thanksgiving…she’s devouring handfuls of arugala, chicory, chervil, butterhead-lettuce, and radishes, fresh-pulled from the dirt. Then she discovers the Russian red kale – sweet heavens, it was good. I never ate greens so heartily in my life. I tromped over to where the peas were growing, and picked and ate them one by delicious one. No, I won’t go off on some tirade (again) about how a garden can safe your life – but really, how many times can a garden save your life? I’m pretty sure I had wings in those moments. (And if you didn’t know me already, you might think it was the Sudafed.)
Sometimes, a cup of hot tea is the most perfect thing in the world.
We spent Thanksgiving in our usual way – driving back home to Los Angeles. My sister-in-law prepared her yearly feast of two roasted turkeys and countless sides. There was hustle and bustle, three long tables of food and family and long-time friends, and new friends who’ve left me fully enchanted. And unlimited quantities of laughter. It was one of those days that makes you smile and shake your head, and then laugh out loud again. I ate far too much dessert, but my jeans forgive me (because I somehow still fit into them, albeit a smidge more snugly.) The only bummer is the bug I caught somewhere between the 99-South and 210-East. That’s where the tea comes in. (With honey and lemon, of course.)
It’s such a lovely day today. We’re asked to look at life a little sideways, a little askew, to maybe try and catch something we’ve missed: a reason to be happy. And where you find that reason, there you find an appreciation for it – a deep and heartfelt Thank You. It’s an exercise in seeing and realizing. A consciousness expander – that is Thanksgiving. At least, that’s how it seems to be for me.
And if it’s challenging to find a reason to be thankful, consider this: Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, someone is thinking about you. Someone enjoys your company, or needs your sense of humor, or relies on your skill-set. Someone’s day may not be complete without an encouraging word from you. Life is this way. Recall John Donne’s famous line, No man is an island, entire of itself… And where we all need one another in some way, there is cause for gratitude. To be loved and needed, to need and love. That’s reason enough, non?
PS: Want to see something funny? Type ‘askew’ into the Google search bar and hit ‘enter’…
The days grow so cold, I’ve taken to wearing UGGs in the house all day. I’m sure the people from the north would laugh – this weather is still for shorts and t-shirts. But you can’t judge me – us – too harshly. We’re Southern California born and bred. Our roots are grounded in this soil. The sun has been our constant companion, so we miss her on those rare dark days. And when a frosted wind blows, we shudder.
Winter is full of charms still. I love to bake, and this season encourages me. We have a pair of Regency ovens from the 1960s – perfectly retro. When they’re on, the kitchen and office fill with warmth, and the scent of whatever it is I’m baking. Tonight it was Whole Wheat Orange Blossom Bread.
It was a perfect Saturday night: I brewed a strong pot of coffee, brought out the softened butter and honey, and we sliced into the warm bread. Comfy on the couch, we tuned-in to a radio broadcast of our local hockey team’s away-game, and had a wonderful night of it. (Our team won, too.)