I love my little house, but when I say little, it's sort of an understatement. This being our first home we were a little naive when buying, The house was listed as a three bedroom, built sometime in the 1920's, and I can honestly say we were blinded by the charm of the house and the enormous yard, which at the time (June I think) was overflowing with every kind of sweet smelling flower you could think of. Not looking at the important things you should look for when buying a home (I think the kitchen was the original, including appliances) I could actually envision my husband and I growing old in this house, with a bunch of old hounds laying at our feet. The older couple that lived there had lived and raised 3 children in this home for the past 50 years. Now, 4 years later I still love my little house, although I am still trying to find the other two bedrooms and I have successfully managed to kill off almost everything in the yard. The best part about living in such a small space is that I tend to squirrel things away, where they sit happily until I try to do a major cleaning and they turn up like a forgotten Christmas present, hidden so well it never made it under the tree. Today was one of those days. After the end of school in May I had cleaned out the locker in the Art studio at Dowling College that I had occupied for the past 3 years. Mixed in with tons of craft supplies were some of my favorite silkscreen prints. I had wanted to save the screen for printing at another time, but the screen had accidentally been cleaned, leaving me with only a handful of my Bee prints. I put them away with hopes of matting and framing them to be displayed somewhere in my bedroom after the renovation. Today I came across my portfolio and inside were these beautiful prints, begging to be let out!
This morning I decided to try and finish up some of the half done projects sitting around my little (getting smaller by the day) studio. Yesterday I was sewing myself a denim skirt out of an old pair of jean, like I used to have in high school and with every pin that dropped onto the kitchen floor I wished I had stuffed that little pin cushion I had made a few weeks ago. And then there were the mittens that were made in December and still needed a few little decorative stitches to fancy them up. I have been working on my knit stitch scarf, but it's taking so long I fear that it won't get any use this cold season.
By the time I looked up it was almost 2, and my stomach was making all kinds of noises. I made some hearty Curry Barley which is a variation of the one included here, and am now too full to move. There's nothing better than a busy night of work to fix that. I made enough Barley to feed a family of 5, or me for the rest of the weekend!!! I should bring a nice hearty bowl over to my dad, he'd enjoy it!
I spent a few hours yesterday at my parents house,something which I don't do nearly enough. My mom had been doing some cleaning and was getting rid of some old photos that she had no need for. As a photographer that is an extremely unsetteling notion, it's hard enough for me to delete an image from my iphoto library without feeling like I'm deleting a memory. While pouring through these images it occurred to me why I love taking pictures so much. In every one of those photos, no matter how old or who they were of, the people in the pictures were always smiling or laughing. These photos were all taken at some happy moment in my childhood, a Birthday, Thanksgiving, summer vacation (those are still my fav's), first day of school...although they weren't that big a deal when they were being taken (most of them I can't even remember anyone with a camera) they brought back so many great memories. We left my childhood home with a zip lock bag of happiness, some lovely little tea boxes, some tiles from the bathroom renovation, and a warm feeling inside. I couldn't wait to get home and take out my camera that has been staring at me from the desk for the past two weeks. Today Abi dressed up Raja and asked me to take his picture. I also took one of the Gerry doll snuggled up next to the little pillow I had made my sister for Valentines Day. I think I'm back on track!!!
Lately I find myself feeling so dumb and uncreative. I graduated school in May and since then my brain has been ever so slightly, day by day, slowing down. Although I try everyday to accomplish something creative, I've been so uninspired these past couple of weeks. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's the fact that everywhere I turn in this little house of mine I see something else that needs to be done, so that I'm overwhelmed . I guess I should just pick something and start. I guess it helps to look back 3 years and see how much we've accomplished since we bought the house, we really have turned this place around, and like my Nonnie says, "You'll never be done, owning a home is a never ending project." Today I actually got to hanging those images that I shot last summer and framed a fews weeks ago
and then for lunch I made some lovely barley risotto that I've been trying to make for weeks and just couldn't get to. So I guess my path back to creativity might be a slow journey but at least I've stepped onto the path, actually, I've never really gotten off, just strayed in other directions.
Tim and I celebrated Valentines Day on Tuesday night because I was suppose to be working at the restaurant Wednesday night. As you might imagine, Valentines Day is one of the busiest days in the restaurant business. The restaurant I work for Palmer's American Grille is no different. I had started out early so I could get to work early and be ready for what the night had to offer. The restaurant serves amazing food in a gorgeous atmosphere and is the perfect romantic dinner place. Unfortunately I would not be spending VD with the romantic fools! As I stated down the highway I was met by an endless stretch of black ice, my poor little jeep was all over the place, at times sliding totally sideways down the road. As I watched the the cars around me pile up, I decided I had better turn around and head back home. I phoned my boss, who was less than happy, and returned back home where Tim was waiting for me with a nice glass of wine, some cheese and crackers and the heat in our cozy little house turned up high. This would be our first ever Valentine's day celebrated together since we've been
together, thank you Mother Nature!!
Someone asked me today if I thought my husband was romantic?? I
chuckled a little bit, but when I stopped to really think about it I
can't imagine why I really needed to think at all, my answer should
have been immediate, "Why, yes , he is the most romantic guy I know".
My husband and I have been together for a long time, although we've
only been married for 5 years, we've been together for almost 12. Our
lives are so busy and we don't really spend too much quality time
together, which is something I regret, but it always amazes me how he
can say the stupidest little thing that would make no sense to anyone
else, but makes me smile from ear to ear, like the few little words he
writes on Valentines Day cards, only for my enjoyment. He is truly my
best friend. I Love my husband and I hope he knows how much!! Happy
Valentines Day Honey!!!!!
With the way I've been feeling lately I decided that it would be nice to take myself to the Bayport Flower Houses and get a nice plant to get me over this dull dreary winter, that hasn't even given us any more than a dusting of the beautiful white stuff. I'm pretty sure the people in Oswego, NY would think I'm crazy but I like winters to resemble winter, with plenty of snow. Since there is none in forcast, I decided to look towards spring, the green houses were bubbling over with colors and smells, as I wandered around, it warmed my heart. I decided on a beautifully green Jade plant that I already knew I couldn't kill. On the way home I heard on the radio that Tuesday night might bring a winter storm towards Long Island, lasting until Wednesday morning!! There is hope!
Ok, so whle my computer has been in the hospital getting a new logic board and speakers, I've been trying to learn my purl stitch. Having perfected the cast on and knit stitch last week, I thought It would just come to me. No such luck!! The more I tried, the more aggrivated I got. So yesterday I packed up my yarn and needles and took a drive to Long Beach to my sisters mother-in -laws house. After a lovely lunch of quiche and something called Onion and Olive Pie it was time to knit. As soon as I sat next to her on the couch and watched her do her first purl stitch, I had it. I purled about three practice rows and then she took me to her local yarn shop where I purchased 4 balls of yarn that I will someday soon turn into a pancho, hopefully in time for spring. With the temperature today outside at a lovely 22 degrees, I think I have some time to figure out the pancho.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not one of those women that love to go out on Superbowl Sunday and get involved in all the hype that goes along with the game. Don't get me wrong, those boys deserve to play the game of their lives, in front of millions of people, I just don't care to watch, especially when it takes place on my only day off all week. So today I dropped my husband (College Lacrosse coach and avid sports fan) off at The Wantagh Inn and returned home to Fresh Spaghetti squash, a nice glass of Shiraz, and the perfection of my knit stitch. As i looked around me I realized that I should probaly come back to this world as a chocolate lab, they really know how to live!!!