Thursday, December 31, 2009
Here are some things I did this year.
I visited a park, zoo, or jungle; and another state.
I made a collection of horses.
I got an A in MOST of my classes.
I read a book about the black Stallion.
I watched a movie.
I took a music lesson.
I learned how to chorchet.
I kept a secret.
I made a mistake.
There are more parallels between 1981 and 2009, the young Nettie and the Auntie Nettie.
This year, I visited another state AND a park.
I made a collection of yarn and books, rediscovered my collection of horses and sea shells.
I got a sunburn.
I read LOTs of books.
I watched t.v., movies, saw a parade of horses, and saw falling stars in the shape of fireworks.
I took a surprise to a friend, and took an imaginary trip to lots of places and planets.
I kept secrets, records, copies, and treasures.
I made mistakes, things to wear, and things to eat.
Most importantly, I crocheted lots of things in Auntie Nettie's Attic. I may have originally learned how to crochet back in 1981, but I put the hook down and forgot. It wasn't until 1995 that I picked a hook back up and I've been "hooked" ever since. I'm no expert, but I keep trying to learn how to do new stitches and make new projects. I make enough to try and keep me in yarn. Next year will be the 15th Anniversary of the Attic. WOW!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Even though this is 2009, and not 1981(?), some of my wishes for this past year are the same.
I wish I had kept on doing something even though it was hard.
I probably could have made better use of my time, as there were definitely a few more projects that I needed to do and people I needed to contact.
Everyone needs to earn more money, but just breaking even(ish) in this economy counts for something -- especially when you give up a job to maintain your life and sanity.
I wish I had gone more places, but requires more time and money. In the larger scheme of things this year, thanks to some very good friends, I got to go to a few places that I never would have made it to on my own ... and the memories and photos will sustain me for a very long time.
All in all, I have learned to be grateful for what has happened and what I did manage to do, rather than dwell on the what-might-have-beens.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Here's a list of things I didn't want to do, but did anyway:
X practiced my piano. (yuk)
X did my homework
X ate some swiff crad (didn't like it but it was good for me)
X apologized for a mistake I had made
X threw away some stuff I didn't need any more
Here are some other things I didn't want to do but did anway.
Go to a party. Do my work.
Isn't there a saying about who you are as a child is at the core of who you are as an adult?
If you look at this, and compare it to me now, it's pretty much the same.
I still don't like to do my work. I'd rather be reading (or blogging, or surfing the 'Net.)
I don't like to go to parties. I'm not a party girl. I go to parties and end up hanging out in the kitchen with the caterers. At one party I went to, the other guests thought I was the caterer! Good people, those caterers. Watch them, and other event throwing types, and you learn a lot of valuable stuff. Comes in handy when you are a bridesmaid about a half dozen time. Not to mention the baby showers.
I HATE (loathe and despise, and will gag and vomit if I have to eat) swiss chard. I didn't know the word crap as a kid, but I almost wrote it here. Maybe my subconscious knew what crap was and was trying to write that to describe swiss chard.
In one sign of progress, I am getting MUCH better about throwing away stuff I don't need anymore. Almost 15 years of living and working in and out of New York studios helps you deal with storage issues. Oh, I still have too much stuff. But I'm having lots of fun getting rid of it. (5 things a day ... try it. It's addictive. Just get rid of 5 things a day, and after time, it starts to make a difference.)
Monday, December 28, 2009
I too have survived an o.k. year. Not only survived, but enjoyed one of the better years lately. By cutting back on jobs, learning to say [hell!] no to some things and yes! to others, trying to go places I haven't been before, trying new things, and trying to stretch myself, I've had a really good time.
And what's better? I've actually recorded a lot of it ... and shared it with the blogosphere.
It's taken me almost (*ahem*) years between this journal and this here blog to get a lesson that I should have learned when I was a wee small Nettie.
Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?
Sunday, December 27, 2009
We love you.
(Yes, we do ... despite that look there, Grumpa!)
Friday, December 25, 2009
Here are some things our family does to celebrate Christmas.
__ reads the story of the birth of Jesus
__ puts on the Nativity play
__ goes Christmas caroling
__ Trims a Christmas tree
_X hangs up stockings for Santa Claus to fill
__ does anonymous good deeds for people
__ bakes goodies for friends
_X gives presents to each other
__ has a special Christmas dinner
__ has a party for our family or friends.
I forgot to mark down other things. On Christmas Eve, Dad would read the Christmas Story out of the Bible for us, reminding us of the reason for the season. We would attempt to not fight and to sing some Christmas Carols around the piano. (There would be fighting AND pouting.) The stockings were not hung by the chimney with care, as the mantle wouldn't handle it, plus there was a wood fire going on. So, they would be hung off the staircase with care -- over the piano -- or placed on the piano. The tree had already been trimmed sometime after Thanksgiving, but the angel placement was always a big deal to Mom (and what an angel it was!). As I've mentioned, goodies had been baked and already distributed to the neighbors. The parents probably had done anonymous good deeds, but since we were little, we didn't realize that what was going on. Our special Christmas "dinner," was more of the family tradition of a late Christmas Day brunch of pancakes and/or omelettes (made by Dad), followed by "grazing" around the table throughout the day -- on fruit, cheese and crackers (Chicken in a Biscuit are a must!), veggies, candy, and odds-and-ends.
Every family has their own traditions. Now that we're all scattered, new ones are developing, based on childhood nostalgia and new family dynamics. Enjoy your Christmas, my little nieces and nephews, knowing that one day you'll look back at your family traditions through rose colored lenses.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
As you will expect. I didn't get a horse for Christmas. I may have gotten one of my Breyer horses, but a real-live pony? Not so much. At least I was realistic.
She's still doing it even though the neighborhood has changed. The circle of Christmas cheer may have contracted, but goodies still get distributed around the block. Many of the neighbors from 1981 aren't there anymore. Some have passed away, and some of them have moved away. However, many of them still call and/or write Christmas cards to my folks -- a legacy of the community Christmas/holiday outreach that my parents undertook.
While my "neighborhood" is a little different, the holidays wouldn't be the holidays if I didn't bake batches of cookies to share with people.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Wish me luck with travel plans. It takes a train, a subway shuttle, the A train, the AirTrain, a plane, and a shuttlevan, plus about 12-15 hours to get me to where I need to be. Mother Nature, please be kind and give me a window of clear air going out. If I'm delayed coming back ... I don't care.
Aside from some retroblog postings, I doubt I'll be blogging too much. I have a series of ruminations that have been circling the old bean for a while now, but my head's been too busy with other things and the "voices" too loud to get them out. I'm hoping to enjoy the solitude and silence to do some writing -- that is when I'm not running around after the nieces and nephews.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Before that though, the last installment of the merchandise list made me realize I had far too much in the way of scarves and hats. So, I made a run down to the Lion Brand Yarn Studio the Friday before Thanksgiving to drop off more than two dozen items for The Partnership for the Homeless, a organization committed to helping New York City families in need. It was good for them, and good for me. Not only did I cull down the piles of inventory, I got a coupon for my next purchase o' yarn. I was pleased to be one of those who contributed 170 scarves and 251 hats to a very good cause.
Despite not advertising as widely as desired, the economy, and other factors, this year's holiday boutique was a success. Unfortunately, I DIDN'T TAKE A SINGLE PHOTO! How did that happen? I think in the rush of having the sale right after my return from holiday travels, and the responsibility of organizing and setting it up, I just got completely distracted. Sales were good. Lay-aways were accepted. Commissions were discussed. All in all, it was a good time. I hope my fellow crafters agree.
I'm also happy to share pictures of items that were gifts for various folks. Here we have Items #97-#99: AKA assorted Halloween disguises, as worn by Christina, Amber, and Elle to tease J on Halloween.
Then we have this young fan gnawing on a Turkey Leg Rattle (Items #94-#96). That thing is almost as big as he is. Thanks to Jane, from Flax Hill Gardener, for the photo.Finally, to close, here' a recap of the rest of the projects that I did this year. (Remember, to see everything, click here.)
#103, #104, #105: Weiner Dogs (no longer available)#106: Santa Beard (no picture, not available)
#107 & #108: Black Trellis fashion scarves (no picture, no longer available)
#109: Blue Ribbon Spiral Scarf (no longer available)
#110: Rainbow Ribbon Spiral Scarf (no longer available)
#111: City Lights Ribbon Spiral Scarf (no longer available)
#112 & #113: Light Pastels Wooley Spiral Scarves (no pictures)
#114: Granny Square Christmas Tree (not available)#115-117: Blue Trellis Fashion Scarves (not available)
#118: Boucle Spiral Scarf (no pictures)
#119: Black Ribbon Spiral Scarf (no pictures; as of 12/10, no longer available)
#120: Blue Ladder Scarf (no pictures, not available)
#121: Blue Bubble Baby Blanket (no pictures, as of 03/10 not available)
#122: Rainbow Baby Throw (no pictures, as of 02/10 not available)
#123: Small Rainbow Throw (no pictures, not available)
Stay tuned for updates on future projects.
If you see anything you like just drop a line or a comment; I'm happy to give dimensions, prices, and care suggestions off-line.
Unfortunately, the availability of certain items is subject to change without notice, especially during the holiday season.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
The lists for the third quarter of 2009 is here.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
The Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre
riffing on "Away in a Manger"
(slightly off-colour, in a Scottish-kind o'wae)
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I think they navigate here through the solar system, using stars and planets as their guides.
They disguise their spaceships in different forms, but always with the saucer format and those ominous glowing balls of light.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
What I am, this year, is introspective.
It's not for the lack of variety in my itunes library. There are weeks of all kinds of music in there. I do try and randomly select each time.
Rather, I think Someone is trying to get something through my thick skull.
"When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time."
~Photograph by Jamie Cullum
Now, so as I don't miss out on the magic of my ordinary life, I'm going to get back to living it, instead of reflecting upon it.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
I've also been avoiding the holiday season. I've been tuning out Christmas songs, screaming "bah humbug!" at commercials on the t.v., and trying to avoid holiday cheer in general. Part of my denial stems from the over commercialization of Christmas -- which begins as early as the week after freaking LABOR DAY! That's almost a quarter of the year with some sort of holiday merchandising -- not to mention the Christmas in July blitz that we get. That's enough to turn anyone into Scrooge. Whatever happened to celebrating Thanksgiving, and THEN thinking about Christmas? Who has money to spend spend spend on all those things that marketers think that we must buy in order to prove our love to our loved ones, friends, and frenemies?
All ranting aside ... I finally decided to get into the holiday mood. On my own terms and to a very small degree. I'm going to celebrate the holidays in a pared-down, old-fashioned, crafty kind of way. I have awarded Thanksgiving its due. The calendar now reads December, and some snow has fallen, so it's time. Some presents have been created, gathered, shipped, and/or exchanged to very dear friends. Baking has commenced. I even have decided to put up a snow covered Christmas tree, my first in about 10 years.
I saw this guy on Sunday, but he's too big for my apartment, plus the snow melted and pelted me in the face.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
You can't see the eyes, nose and mouth?
Ala the Easter Island statues?
It's clear to me.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Take these "cupcake creations" for example:
Somewhere under all that frosting is some sort of cake product -- one assumes. The label did make mention of FLOUR and EGGS, so one hopes that there is cake under there. Of course, after all that frosting, do you care about the cake?
Friday, December 4, 2009
As the calendar pages fly by, my list of things to do grows ever longer. Now that the winter solistice approaches, I'm also wishing for warmer weather and longer days. Too bad I forgot to wish for these things (and more) when I was near a fountain. I would have wished that the European-esque park-like setting I was visiting was actually in Europe! Or I would have asked for a more graceful figure-- like the goddess below. What I really wish was that the water was safe to drink from the Fountain of Youth.
Since I was with a good friend, getting some fresh air, enjoying the day and getting a sunburn ... in November, I guess my wish was almost granted. Beggars can't be choosers.