Sunny Long Beach

The TNNA (National Needlework Show) just ended and, as usual, the talent rivals any art gallery.  Creating art with needle and thread is soul-satisfying.  Choosing from amongst a plethora of images is impossible.  Good thing I was here for work instead of myself or I would have been bankrupt by the end of the first day.  I have a healthy stash at home, thank you very much, and two needlepoint pieces plus a pair of socks to knit with me in my hotel room.  I did have Lisa, at Nashville Needleworks, order one piece for me from Melissa Shirley Designs.  It is a beautiful folk star embellished with holly and ribbons by Mary Lake Thompson for next Christmas.  I couldn't resist!

I took a class while at the show and am excited about working on the design.  I knew I would put the project I brought with me aside when I started this one - it is beautiful.  

Other than my luggage getting routed to India instead of Los Angeles, it was a good trip and I was able to get in some stitching in the evenings uninterrupted by TV or housework.  Two of the benefits of traveling alone are a comfy chair all to myself and room service. 

Sunset over Long Beach Harbor

I think they felt sorry for me when I arrived at the hotel without my luggage.  They gave me a wonderful corner room with a table and chairs by the window and a comfy arm chair with ottoman.  The sunset the first night had the horizon on fire which was a little disconcerting since the busy docks were out there.  I head back to snowy Boston tomorrow.  The warm sunshine of southern California will have to wait for my next visit in a few weeks for the Hobby Show.  This time I think my bag will stay with me on the plane.

More from New Year's Weekend

Spending the last few days (and the first of the new year) in a regal old hotel near Boston Common is bliss.  Exploring the city, experiencing our first "First Night" with all the festivities, parade and fireworks was a blast.

It was unseasonably warm which had families out in droves.  Everyone was so excited to be there and the line at the skating rink in Boston Common was a long, patient one.

The sculptures were magnificent but drippy as the sun warmed them, softening their details.  George Washington was having a difficult time crossing the Delaware, but the dolphins took the excess water in stride.

We watched the midnight fireworks from the harbor which was unique, but I envied the masses on the pier who were counting down the seconds only to break into a roar as the clock struck the hour.  It was quiet on our boat.  They didn't do a countdown or play Old Ang Syne.  Next time, I want to be with them. 

MFA Art of the Americas Wing

John Singer Sargent      The Daughters of Edward Darley Bolt

I am in heaven!  I love the new wing at the MFA.  Bob and I spent a long weekend in Boston for New Year's Eve and I got to explore the exhibits to my heart's content.  While he napped (he is tolerant of my museum forays up to a point), I savored the works of John Singer Sargent (my favorite), Mary Cassatt (another one) and impressionists to moderns.  I left two floors for another time.

John Sargent  An Artist in his Studio

This one, of an artist friend in Italy really shows his love of white on white with the bed linens draped over the footboard.  The rumpled sheets, hastily pulled back out of the way, reflect the light streaming in the window.  He was a master at juxtaposing color and creating balance.

Mary Cassatt      Afternoon Tea

Mary Cassatt depicted the gentler side of life with her mother and child portraits and friends enjoying an afternoon tea.  How wonderful to be able to see these works in person any time I want!I can only imagine what treasures are stored below that I have yet to view.

First Night Boston

Our long weekend in Boston for the New Year festivities has been great.  We stayed with friends at the Parker House at the top end of Boston Common at Tremont and School Streets.  Since it is the oldest continually running hotel in America, I love its historical roots and the timelessly elegant lobby and rooms.  Sitting just at the base of Beacon Hill, walks in the area have taken us onto cobblestone sidewalks which run past tall brick townhouses decked in Christmas finery.  No blow-up Santas here, just beautiful window boxes filled with greenery, berries and ribbons.  A step back in time.

We ate in restaurants tucked into alleys and an Irish Pub outfitted with grand woodwork and well-worn wide plank floors.  At Marliave's, we sat at a table in the front window which was wreathed in pine and fairy lights.  The food was exceptional.  Emmet's Irish Pub had one of the best clam chowders I have ever had and we went back for dinner on Saturday night.  Fiore's in the North End - what can I say?  Sunday Gravy like mama made back in the old country and waiters who treated us like old friends. 

The new Art of the Americas wing at the MFA had me giddy with pleasure.  I only got to explore two of the four floors as I savored every exhibit, but that means I can go back for the others!  John Singer Sargent's artwork was amazing and I saw paintings which were new to me.  How lucky I am to live so close to all this!

We went to the Improv Asylum and saw a comic at the Park Plaza Hotel after the parade and Boston Common fireworks before heading towards Long Wharf and the harbor cruise at midnight to see the fireworks from the water.  It was exciting to see them reflected against the tall glass buildings along Boston harbor, but I felt left out of the countdown on the piers and the festivities among the masses of people there.  If we come down again, I want to be with everyone else at the stroke of midnight.  Some things are just meant to be shared.

Moments

Each key I press as I type takes just a moment. I hear the click of the keys sounding a muted percussion. Sometimes rapid as I record my thoughts with confidence, sometimes melodic when hesitations create stanzas.

There are billions of moments, each unique, occurring all around me - downstairs the dog rolls over and sighs, outside on the street tires roll grittily across the snow covered road on their way to...where? For these few moments, I am acutely aware of every breath I take knowing that my moments are part of the world's.



Radiolab presents: Moments by Will Hoffman. This films is a celebration of life that was inspired by David Eagleman's book, Sum.

Blizzard Conditions

The snow is coming down in earnest outside.  I can feel the wind buffeting the house as it wraps icy fingers around the roof.  Snowplows have been going down the road several times an hour, more often than I would expect for our road.

I have been putting away leftover wrapping paper and ribbons, tucking gift bags into the sides of the box for next year.  The pile of magazines is a great deal smaller.  I seem to be on a quiet quest for calm and order, cleaning out clutter and organizing drawers.  Bob is watching football and I check in now and then for the highlights and scores.

It is cozy and warm up in my sitting room. Since I had finished one of my Christmas books from the library this afternoon, I started a new one tonight.  Set in London at the turn of the century, its plot is starting out in the seamier alleyways of the city and I wonder where the hopeful Christmasy-ness will come in. I poured some milk and nabbed a few spritz on my last trip downstairs.  Maybe they will help me get through the icky parts and on to the uplifting ones.

In between bursts of reading, I have been going through old floppy discs from Creative NeedleArts days, transferring the files I want to keep onto my computer.  Since computers don't come with floppy drives anymore, if I want something, I better save it now.  There were journal entries and copies of letters to friends overseas from the 90's which were nice to find.  I didn't save the files from CNA, though.  It is time to let that all go.  I have my printed books and patterns if I want to reminisce.

Christmas has a habit of making me feel nostalgic and the week between now and New Year's Day has always been my time to reflect and regroup.  It is interesting to look back at the events and people which have shaped my life into what it is.  Being ensconced in a warm room while gales of wind throw snow around makes the exploration even more fun.

Peppermint Berries Box

Raymond Crawford's Peppermint Berries is finished!  It looks beautiful mounted in one of Sudberry House's boxes.  I love the graphic needlepoint design and the challenging fibers and stitches I used which give it so much dimension.  Its candy cane border is all glittery and a delicate red braided stitch surrounds it.  What fun!