Wednesday, September 28, 2011
a year plus some
Five days a week I walk the same six blocks from home to work or work to home. I see the most amazing things and occasionally think the most amazing thoughts. I keep thinking I really should write down some of what happens in those six blocks. Now I will. Maybe not every day, but some days.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
a little petty
Fall is my FAVORITE time in New York, and while we aren't quite there yet, it is in the air. Last week I packed up all my summer clothing (mostly because I can't wear it anymore anyway) and stuffed it in the already full pantry. I'm left with my very limited summer maternity wardrobe (I never did get all the sewing done I wanted to), and my luxuriously warm winter clothing that I'm hoping will fit post baby. Notice the three month gap in my wardrobe?
I have one new maternity sweater that I'm hoping will pair with all my summer maternity stuff to get me through fall. I'm also hoping to pick up two more pairs of work pants on a super sale somewhere as my skirts just aren't cutting it for me anymore. With NY wind, I don't want to deal with keeping them down and making sure my belly is covered.
Now for the truly petty part, I think I'm mourning fall sweaters. I have a quite lovely collection of brightly colored pull overs that just make fall days a bit brighter. I could transform a select few into maternity cardigans, or as they are all only one year old and hacking them up, even into something equally fun just doesn't feel right, pack them into a box until I can wear them again.
All this comes from my latest quest to get a super cool pair of rain boots on super clearance, finding said rain boots, and then realizing I don't think I'll be able to wear them until next year because they are pull on pull off, and shortly I won't be able to reach my toes to make said motion. I should not have started thinking about my other favorite fall items that I'm going to be the wrong shape for.
And beyond feeling silly for mourning my sweaters and rain boots, I just feel silly to not be happier about how well the baby is doing. She is very active, measures well, and is on schedule for a healthy delivery. Our family is thrilled for us, and we are doing the few minimal things to get ready for her with plenty of time to spare. I guess the long and the short of it is that I'm pretty blessed that this is the big problem I think about at night when the baby isn't sleeping, so neither am I.
I have one new maternity sweater that I'm hoping will pair with all my summer maternity stuff to get me through fall. I'm also hoping to pick up two more pairs of work pants on a super sale somewhere as my skirts just aren't cutting it for me anymore. With NY wind, I don't want to deal with keeping them down and making sure my belly is covered.
Now for the truly petty part, I think I'm mourning fall sweaters. I have a quite lovely collection of brightly colored pull overs that just make fall days a bit brighter. I could transform a select few into maternity cardigans, or as they are all only one year old and hacking them up, even into something equally fun just doesn't feel right, pack them into a box until I can wear them again.
All this comes from my latest quest to get a super cool pair of rain boots on super clearance, finding said rain boots, and then realizing I don't think I'll be able to wear them until next year because they are pull on pull off, and shortly I won't be able to reach my toes to make said motion. I should not have started thinking about my other favorite fall items that I'm going to be the wrong shape for.
And beyond feeling silly for mourning my sweaters and rain boots, I just feel silly to not be happier about how well the baby is doing. She is very active, measures well, and is on schedule for a healthy delivery. Our family is thrilled for us, and we are doing the few minimal things to get ready for her with plenty of time to spare. I guess the long and the short of it is that I'm pretty blessed that this is the big problem I think about at night when the baby isn't sleeping, so neither am I.
Monday, January 11, 2010
tender moments
The interesting thing about the subway is that you are never alone. Everyone pretends to be alone, but you aren't. Sometimes you get to see really wonderful moments.
Yesterday there was a girl who was about 14 or so on the train with her mom. The girl was all decked out in her winter white finery. Poofy down vest, timberland boots and all. The mom was in what looked to me like nice work clothes: loafers, tailored trousers, nice jacket and scarf. You wouldn't have guessed they were together. The only reason you knew they were was a set of ipod earphones. One bud was in the girl's ear, the other was in her mom's. They were both grooving to some unknown song, smiling, and laughing together. The mom was standing and bobbing her head; the girl was sitting. At the end of the song, the mom gave the daughter back the ear bud, and they smiled and talked a bit about the song. Then the train stopped at their stop and they were off. I wouldn't know them if I ever saw them again, but they made my Sunday.
Yesterday there was a girl who was about 14 or so on the train with her mom. The girl was all decked out in her winter white finery. Poofy down vest, timberland boots and all. The mom was in what looked to me like nice work clothes: loafers, tailored trousers, nice jacket and scarf. You wouldn't have guessed they were together. The only reason you knew they were was a set of ipod earphones. One bud was in the girl's ear, the other was in her mom's. They were both grooving to some unknown song, smiling, and laughing together. The mom was standing and bobbing her head; the girl was sitting. At the end of the song, the mom gave the daughter back the ear bud, and they smiled and talked a bit about the song. Then the train stopped at their stop and they were off. I wouldn't know them if I ever saw them again, but they made my Sunday.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
in the dark
Most the winter, it is dark until just before I leave for work and still dark when I go home. This morning it was light before I got up, and tonight, as I headed south on Amsterdam, the horizon was a dark shade of pink. I never thought I would be thankful that the planet spin and tilts, but tonight I am.
Monday, November 9, 2009
I love the bassoon
I got my bassoon out tonight. It is the first time in a long time that I've played just because I can. Let's just say my embouchure isn't what it used to be. I need practice. But it made me smile. And that is a lot right now.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
knitting and property
The tablecloth from my last post is started. Mom sent me the leftover fabric from my wedding dress. I have it squared to make into napkins for the center of each block. Six of the centers are ready to be knit around. One of them even has knitting on it. I think it will be done by Christmas.
The napkins for the second are on order. I need to get going on the second one as soon as the napkins get here if I am going to finish it on time.
Unfortunately, for my knitting, our new preoccupation is learning about buying an apartment. Maybe, if we are very good, and find a great foreclosure, buying is starting to be an option. It would need to be a fixer upper. Although I'm not sure there is such a thing in the city, but we'll look.
More than likely we'll rent another year or so, but it sure is nice to be thinking about buying.
The napkins for the second are on order. I need to get going on the second one as soon as the napkins get here if I am going to finish it on time.
Unfortunately, for my knitting, our new preoccupation is learning about buying an apartment. Maybe, if we are very good, and find a great foreclosure, buying is starting to be an option. It would need to be a fixer upper. Although I'm not sure there is such a thing in the city, but we'll look.
More than likely we'll rent another year or so, but it sure is nice to be thinking about buying.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
new knitting love
I stumbled across this blog post the other day. I now want to make one. Luckily, I think it will be the perfect batmitzva present for a young lady I know. A bit old fashioned, but so much fun.
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