Photo of the Day: Fresh Air Fund

Mountains of Northern Idaho

New Year's Eve, 2012

Pretty as a postcard and Mountain Fresh

Good to clear the head from 2012 

and get a fresh breath before 2013.

Auntie Nettie Reads A LOT 2012 - 4th Quarter

Well, I usually read a lot MORE  (see the earlier lists from this year and back), but this year has been "read"iculous in that I've been too busy to read, but mostly, because I have an iTouch now and I use the commutes on the train to peruse the online newspapers and catch up on personal e-mail/twitter feeds versus starting/finishing books. (And, NO! I do not want a Kindle or its equivalent, or to download books to my iTouch. I like to hold BOOKS when I read, and I stare at enough screens as it is, thank you very much. )

HOWEVER, I still did manage to work my way through my back-log of ARCS, which I have passed on to other readers, and to work my way through some tomes. In some cases, I just forgot to write things down because I have been trying to do too much.

The usual caveat applies: If you are just finding the blog, please note that this list was maintained mainly so that I could remember what I've read this year. The record does not fully represent me or all of my interests, so don't judge my reading habits. My interests change quite frequently. Also, as a general rule, I don't do book recommendations or link to major retailers or publishers. Except for the ARCs listed below [thanks major publishers!], most of these books came from MY library or a public library. 

Go forth, use your library card and READ!

October through December 2012
Overseas: A Novel by Beatriz Williams (ARC)
The Secret Keeper: A Novel by Kate Morton (ARC)
Home from the Sea (An Elemental Masters Novel) by Mercedes Lackey
Trilogy from my own Library
2 books I forgot to write down
Inheritance (Book 4) by Christopher Paolini
Redoubt (Book Four of The Collegium Chronicles) by Mercedes Lackey
Greetings from Somewhere Else: A Novel by Monica McInerney
The Goodbye Cousins: A Novel by Maggie Leffler
Forgot to write down (ARC) (didn't finish)
The Perfect Hope (The Inn at Boonsboro Book 3) by Nora Roberts
Imperfect Bliss: A Novel by Susan Fales-Hill
Five Miles South of Peculiar: A Novel by Angela Hunt
Before Versailles: Before the History You Know ... A Novel of Louis XIV by Karleen Koen (ARC) (didn't finish)
Struck by Jennifer Bosworth (didn't finish)
Miss Dreamsville and the Collier County Women's Literary Society: A Novel by Amy Hill Hearth
Dragonsong (A Harper Hall Novel) by Anne McCaffrey, from my own library
Dragonsinger (A Harper Hall Novel) by Anne McCaffrey, from my own library
A Discovery of Witches (An All Souls Novel No. 1) by Deborah E. Harkness
Shadow of Night (An All Souls Novel No. 2) by Deborah E. Harkness

Have a very Crafty Christmas!

Wood blocks, paint, and twine scraps: Kelli's Kollection

 

 Have a very Crafty Christmas 

and please,

remember the reason for the season.

Stained Glass and Metal*: Mary's Multitude

* DIBS!

Vacation/ End of the World or Year Wishes

As the sun sets on another day of vacation, the winter soltice comes in, and the seasons change, I would wish you all to remember to savor every second, and to cherish each other.

Nothing is greater than:

Cape Cod beaches and messages

Find the Light in the Darkness

images found via the twitters

It's the Most (Fill in the Blank) Time of the Year!

Welcome once again, to

 Auntie Nettie's Attic!

Come on in!

Close the door behind you, lock it, read the sign, and take a deep breath.

Turn around.

Try not to scream. 

It's a bit  ... um ... busy in here at this time of year. Make your way into command central and check out the checklist which helps to keep me on track. (This is from the beginning of the season. Pay no attention to the summer list, which isn't finished. Priorities.)

 I'm a little busy right now, dealing with sweet present packaging for the other office drones.

Fortunately packages are coming into the Attic to keep me fueled and centered during this busy, busy, stressful time of year.

Then there are the occasional shopping excursions to Holiday Shops in New York with friends, where they keep me amused, re-energized, and amused by their interest in Pete the Fried Pickle Guy.

Who's the pickle man? THIS GUY!

 Isn't the City so beautiful by twinkle-light? This is the fountain in Bryant Park by the skating rink.

Even in miniature, the City is so much fun at this time of year - even with the impending dinosaur invasion. (Look carefully ... you'll see them.)

As for me, I'm trying to get everything done, so I can head to the White House for Christmas.... Not that White House ... Mom and Dad's White House. You know? This one?

It's been too long. I'll be traveling to see these little faces. Sadly Christmas 2010 -- which is when this was taken -- was the last time I saw the three monkeys on the right. I get to visit them in Idaho this year.

But then I also get to meet these two little sleeping imps - IF I can wrestle them away from Grandmary. Here she is on Thanksgiving warning everyone off with her patented over-the-bifocals-eyebrows-up-in-warning glare.

So that's why the Attic looks like a tornado came through and baking supplies, tape, ribbon, wrapping paper, suitcases, books, clothes, yarn, boxes, and bags are everywhere. Don't walk anywhere without looking first, and don't expect to find a flat surface that doesn't have SOMETHING on it. What was that? Oh, that was a timer. Yet another batch of cookies needs to come out of the oven. I think I'm up to 15 batches or so, 2 things of brownies, 3 cakes, 3 or 6 batches of peanut brittle, and ... who am I kidding? I lost count, and now the cookies are burning.

Go sit over there, and surf other blogs while I try to stay on schedule and sane before the car service arrives at 4 a.m. in a few days. (Oh, no ... the service said the car was coming at 3:15 AM when I confirmed. ... Now I have to get up EARLIER!)

Merry  Ho...

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IS THAT THE SMOKE DETECTOR?

BYE

Photo of the Day: My Little Corner of the World

Ye Old Homestead, Connecticut House

Once upon a time, when this was my bedroom, this view was the one from my bed. This corner was out of sight of the rest of the room, inches from a light source, a window  - one of four that looked out over my corner of the world. It was during "nap-time" or "lights out," that this particular corner was best used. Books were stashed within arms reach under the mattress or bed frame, so I could stretch my body, arms, and the ability of my eyes to reach by light filtered in by using the drapes, which I used also to prop open the shade. It's amazing I can see as well as I can "write" now, without aid of lenses or prescriptions, because the hours I spent straining to read by streetlight or moonlight, or even in the dark are going to catch up with me eventually.

I don't know who I thought I was kidding, but for years I thought stashing stuff in this corner, be it contraband novels, a diary, my notBarbies, kept them secret and secure. I perfected the "book drop, shove under the bed, fix the blinds, roll over, and even out breathing so you sound like you are sound asleep" technique in perfect time to which ever parent was tromping up our stairs. (The various creaks and snap, crackle, pop, of the wood treads and my parents' knees and ankles provided auditory warning and coverage for our actions and identified which parent it was.)

I still stash things in odd corners - you have to in a New York studio - but nothing has ever come close to replicating the sense of peaceful security and vista to imagination that this corner of mine did.

Photo of the Day: Portrait of a Porch

Ye Olde Homestead, Connecticut House

Why is that we don't take the time to sit on our front porches anymore -- to read, to get to know our neighbors, to yell at the pesky children cutting across our yard? So they sag a little around the edges ... so do we when we get to be their age.

Photo of the day: Bat(ten) Down The Hatches

Ye Old Homestead, Connecticut House

In case anyone manages to break into the basement via the bulkhead door -- if they don't knock them selves out on the low beams, manage to pop open the door warped tightly closed, or not trip down the stairs hidden by leaves and recycling bins -- my brother's handy old slugger is at the stand-by to keep the place safe.

Photo of the Day: Layers of History

Ye Old Homestead, Connecticut House

What you can't see due to the insulation, the telephone jack and wires, the electric wiring, and other layers that build up due of modern life, is the builders' inscription:

Built in 1923

Photos of the Day: Let the Art Speak for You

Ever had one of those weeks?

 

 When it just feels like?

 Despite the

So, do a little

Thank you, thank you very much! I slay me too.

You can make art out of anything.

 It's all how you look at, and frame it.

Photos courtesy of the Graphic Design-Now in Production exhibition put on by the Cooper-Hewitt, National Design Museum that was housed on Governor's Island, summer 2012.

Oh, and Amelia. Cause, well ... Look at her.

Photo of the Day: (Watch Your) Head for the Light

Ye Olde Homestead, Connecticut House

Photo of the Day: Scene of Songs, Now Silent

Ye Olde Homestead, Connecticut House

If these walls could talk, they may actually hum - hum with the music that was made in it's space. The timbers might echo with the tunes that were picked out painstakingly by family members, or the plaster might complain of the plight of listening to the hours of scales, Hanon or Pischna piano exercises. The floor boards might share the flourishes that came of listening to the endless choir or theater music, particularly a good Broadway tune. I like to think the whole house was infused with the inspiration of the many hours and hours of all the classical repertoire that I played upon the little upright Baldwin that was tucked in here, against the staircase in the front room. When the front door was open, the whole neighborhood either suffered along with me, or was surprisingly roused by the fury of my flying fingers.

The Hallelujah Chorus always seemed to get everyone's attention.

Photo of the Day: Going out on a Line

Ye Olde Homestead, Connecticut House

There's nothing quite like the smell of line-dried clothing/sheets, plus, in a close neighborhood, hanging your dirty laundry out to air takes on an entirely different meaning. You want to start a conversation about religion? Hang out some religious "funny underwear" and see how diverse your community really is. I was so lucky to grow up in a neighborhood where we had Jehovah's Witnesses, Latvian Christians, Buddhists, Catholics, and Protestants as next-door/across the street neighbors. It was a wonderful way to grow up, and learn about customs, cultures, and community. We are more alike than we are different. How do I know? I saw their underwear - as much as they saw ours. We're all basically the same when it comes down to it.

Photo of the Day: Peering from the Past back at the Past

Ye Olde Homestead, Connecticut House

Draw back the curtain, and peer out the window of your past -- into the windows from a more distant house of your past.

The view from our last Connecticut home looking back at our first - just over the hedge.

Photo of the Day: Hoop Dreams

Ye Old Homestead, Connecticut House

Endless games of HORSE, 1 on 1, Free Throws, thwarted dunks and rim-shots, and hours and hours of patient and impatient tutorials ... Occasionally me, but mostly the boys  ... Legends only in their own minds, but awarded for perseverance nonetheless.

Photo of the Day: Who left the basement light on?

Ye Olde Homestead, Connecticut House

I think every member of my family uttered this, or can remember hearing it yelled at them, at least once a day for all the years that we lived in the house. For many years the bulb was red. It was tied into the line for the lights for the basement stairs and the majority of the basement. Sometimes it was on for a reason, say you were actually IN the basement, or conducting business via a private conversation on the house land-line in your "office" on the stairs, and someone would remember the constant yelling and turn the light out on you. Good times. 

Photo of the Day: Home Fires Burn Brightest

Ye Old Homestead, Connecticut House

Photo of the Day: Keys to my Past

Ye Old Homestead, Connecticut House

Photo of the Day: Hold to the Rod

Ye Olde Homestead, Connecticut House Decades of clasping to our family's own iron rod kept us safely passing up and down the stories of our home - sometimes with the tune echoing through our heads. (This stoop was also "my office" all through middle and high school, where I was allowed to make my 10-20 minute phone calls.) Boldly 1. To Nephi, seer of olden time, A vision came from God, Wherein the holy word sublime Was shown an iron rod. [Chorus] Hold to the rod, the iron rod; ’Tis strong, and bright, and true. The iron rod is the word of God; ’Twill safely guide us through. 2. While on our journey here below, Beneath temptation’s pow’r, Through mists of darkness we must go, In peril ev’ry hour. 3. And when temptation’s pow’r is nigh, Our pathway clouded o’er, Upon the rod we can rely, And heaven’s aid implore. 4. And, hand o’er hand, the rod along, Through each succeeding day, With earnest prayer and hopeful song, We’ll still pursue our way. 5. Afar we see the golden rest To which the rod will guide, Where, with the angels bright and blest, Forever we’ll abide. Text: Joseph L. Townsend, 1849–1942 Music: William Clayson, 1840–1887 1 Nephi 8:21–24
	21. And I saw numberless concourses of people, many of whom were pressing forward, that they might obtain the path which led unto the tree* by which I stood. 22. And it came to pass that they did come forth, and commence in the path which led to the tree.				23. And it came to pass that there arose a mist of darkness; yea, even an exceedingly great mist of darkness, insomuch that they who had commenced in the path did lose their way, that they wandered off and were lost. 24. And it came to pass that I beheld others pressing forward, and they came forth and caught hold of the end of the rod of iron; and they did press forward through the mist of darkness, clinging to the rod of iron, even until they did come forth and partake of the fruit of the tree. *The Tree of Life

Auntie Nettie's Attic Merchandise 2012 - October/November

I have previously stated that this entire year has has some warp-speed/worm-hole/timey-whimey issues, and that should be fairly apparent by the  (lack of consistent) blogging for the last few months.

I did manage to do the following in the last two months, when I
~ Worked too much;
~ Considered quitting;
~ Started networking;
~ Booked my tickets for vacation as a way to cope with the stress;
~ Barely rode out some of the job-related hoo-hah at the office;
~ Caught up on lots of television programs/past seasons of certain shows in marathon viewing sessions;
~ Got to see Casey for a few hours when she came to town;
~Went to a craft fair/street fair/spent the day with Jane;
~ Took a few days off to go up to Connecticut to see;
- Dad;
- Do some shopping/stocking up;
- Got my hair hacked off;
- Saw Wendy and Emily and picked up some holiday goods from my local small artisanal organic farmer;
- Saw Jess, Kel, 'little' Victor and Ms. Ro;
- Had dinner with Jenn and the family;
- wandered around and took lots of pictures of the olde family homestead; and
- booked out early before the hurricane;
~ Had lunch with Christine; 
~ Had "fun" with Sandy, so had time off/worked from home/had Halloween;
~ Talked to the Ironic Mother on the phone to catch her up on aforementioned hoo-hah;
~ Got a raise/promotion;
~ Made some charitable contributions;
~ The Twins arrived;
~ Had dinner with my friend Michelle, formerly of the Caramoor years, in town from Miami; 
~ Gave blood at Lincoln Center;
~ Went to a WNET/Great Performances taping at Lincoln Center;
~ Went to a Juilliard Orchestra concert at Lincoln Center;
~ Got sick;
~ Had a long Thanksgiving break; and FINALLY
~ Started the countdown for Christmas and my vacation trips West.

Crafting also took a back-burner for a little bit, but I did finish a few little things. Maybe the output reflects my state of mind/theme of the season: Bird-brained ... A bird in the hand ... Flying to warmer climates ... Partridge in a pear tree ... Canary in a Coalmine ... etc. etc. etc.

ANA 2012-83: Snowy Owlie

(Mixed yarns, chenille and acrylics, plus batting)
(as of 1/2013 no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-84: Snowy Owlie with button beak

(Mixed yarns, chenille and acrylics, plus batting and button beak)
(as of 09/2013, no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-85: Snowy Owlie

(Mixed yarns, chenille and acrylics, plus batting and buttons)
(as of 09/2013, no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-86: Snowy Owlie

(Mixed yarns, chenille and acrylics, plus batting and buttons) 

(as of 4/14, no longer available, sold)

ANA 2012-87: Snowy Owlie

(Mixed yarns, chenille and acrylics, plus batting and buttons)
(as of 4/14, no longer available, sold)

ANA 2012-88: Red-flecked Birdie

(Partial Big Lots skein mystery yarn, acrylic mix, plus batting and buttons)
(as of 12/13 no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-89: Yellow-winged Blackbird

(Caron black sport acrylic yarn, with partial Big Lots skein mystery yarn, plus batting)
(as of June 2013, no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-90: Yellow-winged Blackbird

(Caron black sport acrylic yarn, with partial Big Lots skein mystery yarn, plus batting)
(as of June 2013, no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-91: Canary with button beak

(Partial Big Lots mystery acrylic skein, with batting and button)
(as of 09/2013, no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-92: Canary

(Partial Big Lots mystery acrylic skien, with buttons and batting)
(as of 09/2013, no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-93: Canary

(Partial Big Lots mystery acrylic skein, with buttons and batting)
(as of 09/2013, no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-94: Red-flecked Owlie

(Partial Big Lots mystery acrylic skein with Caron black sport yarn with batting)
(as of 12/13, no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-95: Red Birdie

(Partial Big Lots mystery acrylic skein, with buttons and batting)
(as of 12/13 no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-96: Red Birdie with Button Beak

(Partial Big Lots mystery acrylic skein, with button and batting)
(as of 12/13 no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-97, 98, 99: Brown Sparrows

(Partial Big Lots mystery acrylic skeins, with buttons and batting)
(as of May 2013, no longer available, gifted)

ANA 2012-100: Brown Sparrow with button beak

(Partial Big Lots mystery skein, with buttons and batting)
(as of May 2013, no longer available, gifted)

Still in progress

2012:

UFO 1: Pink Blankie: needs final rows, edgings, and label

UFO 2: Green Holiday Stocking for Cannon

2010:

 UFO 1: Serbert Waves AKA the Bane of my Existence

Unfortunately, I am still very busy, so the esty.com shop is still shuttered for the foreseeable future (or until I really only have one job and finish traveling to see adorable nieces and nephews). 

However if you see something that you are interested in, contact me and I'll let you know prices and availability.