happy boxing day to those who celebrate it and many thanks for all the warm and heartfelt emails that were sent to me this week . . . it gives me a great feeling that so many people enjoy this blog—thank you for letting me know.
i rarely realize the effect of what i am writing as i do it, which is why i guess, i do not think of myself as a Writer. and yesterday’s post is a good example—many of you pointed out that it is a love letter in sweaters and the truth of that hit me so hard last night that i sat back in my chair and took pause. it HAS been a decade of a great love story, it’s true, and i not only hope that david and i will always enjoy this closeness—i know i will fight for it too.
i am so grateful to work within a community that reads through the lines and tells me back the beauty that i might otherwise miss, or the message i sent unintended. we have become close in a similar way, all of us, and i just hope you know how much our friendship means to me, too. thank you for helping me celebrate the great moments life has to offer; the act of sharing them is both free and priceless—and a true reflection of the season.
ok, then, enough mushy-talk!
do you want to see my presents?
well, first, the photos above are snaps from a gorgeous book that rachel sent to us, and i have been gazing through it quite a bit since we unwrapped it. it reminds me of a kaffe fasset book in the way it explores surfaces, shapes, and combinations of textures, both grand and tiny. a really wonderful resource . . you know how i love natural inspiration.
beckie and mark gave us a hand-made rug from a local weaver for our home
and now we have the difficult task of deciding where to put it—front hall? third floor landing? second floor stair hall? hmmm, it’s a tough decision.
two dear friends got together and gave my perpetually chilly feet the best gift ever
i was so grateful when i saw them that i wanted to weep. these are gonna save my life.
(the saga of my quest for warm feet is a familiar story to all who know me well, and i’m hoping that this year i finally will achieve nirvana on that front—see below).
and then there was the much-anticipated group of gifts from david
another wonderful gift of warhol—this time a boxed set of his red notebooks, a series devoted to the old polaroids (i love old polaroids, and treasure the ones my mom has from the 60s). there is also a hand-carved mid-century sheep sculpture (where does he find such great stuff?), and a CD that i’m looking forward to—and then, there is an electronic weather station for my desk.
this is the second time i have received one of these from david for christmas (the first one is in the living room), and it remains a gift which is cloaked in mystery. that is, i am mystified as to why i need this, because usually, looking out the window or sniffing the air is enough to tell me what i want to know about the weather.
but clearly, he feels i must have one (or two). i think the reason stems from the fact that although indeed, i can look outside and tell you the weather, i will spend up to 20 minutes eliciting his opinion of whether or not, considering the atmospheric conditions, i should set out on my bike on any given day. it’s a little dance we do; should i ride my bike with the skies looking like that? does he know if it will be raining/snowing/lightening six hours from now? if it IS raining/snowy/lightening in six hours, can he drop whatever he’s doing to come and pick me up?
basically, i am asking him to predict the unknown, but obviously what i’m really doing, is getting him to talk/pay attention to me one last time before i leave the house (you never know!). and, i seem to be working this out for the first time just now. i guess he could see through all that, huh?
whether or not a weather station will help me make travel decisions is anyone’s guess; whether it will make me stop trying to get him to notice me?—HAHAHA! probably not.
one last surprise that arrived by mail isn’t really a christmas gift, but something i won in a drawing at lisa’s blog—a big box of monkey business
a package designed to inspire me to knit monkey socks (i haven’t yet; OH the shame of it). i have to spin the yarn first, but since i just LOVE the fiber, the temptation will give me a push in the right direction. and there seems to be plenty of chocolate and other goodies here to fuel the desire as well. thank you lisa!
the last item is not a gift at all, but something i bought becasue i need it. last year i started looking around for a good pair of warm boots to replace my old ones.
and when i say old, i mean OLD.
i bought these insulated, waterproof Herman Survivors in 1982, when i graduated from college (they made them for a brief time in women’s sizes and i snagged a pair, though they were way out of my budget). i lived in snowy albany and needed something warm and dry to walk to work in. they served me well over many years, having trekked over countless miles of sidewalk, streambed, woods, and rocky trails (but mostly sidewalks).
after 25 years, the leather is so hard and dry around the foot that it creaks and crackles when i pull them on—but the last straw was finding that the reason they are no longer warm and waterproof is the two large cracks which spread completely across the bottom sole, allowing the elements inside. not good—and i think expecting them to “survive” much longer is a stretch.
for one reason and another i never nailed down a pair last year that were both warm enough AND my size. and this year was looking about the same—no one has size 9 boots in stock after like, july (which totally mystifies me; wouldn’t they make a lot more money if everyone who wanted size 9 could buy them??). i purchased the desired boots about five different times only to be told later they were not in stock.
then my friend debby tracked down a listing for them at pegasus, and i jumped on it listlessly, not really expecting to score. but i DID.
these are the bomb—i SO know now why a cowboy might want to be buried with his boots on.