Semi-annual Cookie Fest

We did the new Easter tradition of brunch and cookie delivery over the weekend. Six dozen cookies and six pastry tips this time!

Cookie decorating workstation with 6 piping bags and trays of cookies

Decorated cookies with pink, yellow, green, and orange frosting

I took today off too, because it’s so slow/I decorated cookies most of Saturday. Time to eat cookies and sew!

Pizza Hut Nostalgia

I had no idea Pizza Hut is remodeling some older stores to look like the 80s and 90s “Pizza Hut Classics.” The New York Times had a feature on it, which linked to a comprehensive list of locations from The Retrologist newsletter. Who wants to go to Lander, Wyoming and order a pan pizza with me?!

Dissonance

I might have posted that Kafka quote too early last week, because I was really feeling it this weekend:

“Every day I watch the terror grow and every day I have to work, run errands, do chores—how to describe that contradiction, and how to survive it.

Germany has declared war on Russia. Swimming in the afternoon.” 

Except the modern version of his postscript would be, “We started a war in the Middle East. Hanging art and sewing on Sunday.” 

It’s hard to know what to even say. It’s hard to not worry about, well, everything. It’s hard to take a few pictures because you’re really happy with your new space and then think about missiles hitting cities and destroying someone else’s space.

But I got my amaryllis bulb to send up a bud for the second year in a row? I guess that’s something. A blue pot with a small stalk and flower bud growing

 

Seven Years

 

A woman in shorts stands in front of a giant tropical plant

 

We said goodbye to Mom seven years ago today. Sometimes it seems like it happened decades ago; sometimes I still think, “I need to call her and tell her this!”

Grief does change, though. It doesn’t get “better,” but you get more used to it. Your loved one’s loss is (usually) less of a surprise, and you get more used to thinking about them without your heart breaking all over again.

It doesn’t go away, though, and I’m realizing that I don’t want it to. Because:

Screenshot of a post that says, Grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. This is the last act of loving someone. And you realize that it will never end. You get to do this to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.

 

Weekend Of Food

I fully intended to post some seasonal links on Christmas Eve but I started cooking and didn’t even remember the blog until the afternoon. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Here, have some proof that I was cooking:

The traditional sugar cookies, a three-day affair (dough, baking, decorating).

 

Baby’s first coq au vin, a dish I’ve always wondered about.

 

Blanched green beans as a side dish (they died tragically in the oven upon reheating).

 

Cranberry orange rolls for Christmas breakfast because I thought eating cookies for breakfast would be anarchy.

 

And! We finally got snow on Saturday–last weekend was 60 degrees, yikes–so that was fun to hike in yesterday.

Fashion! History! Catalogs!

Now that I’m sewing for long periods of time without having to go sit with an old kitty (sob), I’ve finally started listening to podcasts. Well, a podcast–the history of fashion one, Articles of Interest, by Avery Trufelman. I’d heard about it a few years ago when she spent a whole season dissecting Ivy League style. When she launched the new season about the history of outdoor gear, I jumped in.

It is FASCINATING. So far I’ve learned about:

  • How Brooks Brothers made Civil War uniforms out of a material called “shoddy” that were so bad, the adjective stays with us today
  • How the US Army adopted olive drab instead of blue
  • How soldiers in the 10th Mountain Division started gear companies and ski resorts
  • How WWII surplus led to the popularization of khakis on college campuses
  • And how the military look gradually became mainstream after the Vietnam War, leading to all those WWII surplus stocks getting scarcer, which led to people starting businesses selling European military surplus, which led to…

…BANANA REPUBLIC.

In the newsletter that accompanies each episode, Avery includes photos and links. I clicked on “what the pictures of Banana Republic used to look like” so fast I might have broken the sound barrier. Someone has collected old photos but also SCANNED THE CATALOGS:

 

That’s right, Banana Republic was doing J. Peterman BEFORE J. PETERMAN. And if I’d never listened to a podcast, I would never have known! I’ve been liking the “Gear” season so much that I went back and listened to the entire Ivy Style season between new episodes of Gear being released. Check it out–think of the things you could learn!

Wednesday Links

1. How about a heartwarming story about typewriter repair? How to Fix a Typewriter and Your Life.

2. How about a Thanksgiving-appropriate poem?

Praise Song
by Barbara Crooker

Praise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.

 

3. I’ve got the rest of the week off so I’ll see you on Monday. Don’t forget to hold hands.
Screenshot of a Tumbler post with a reply. iamnotlanuk: I dunno maybe the horrors would be less daunting if we were holding hands. animatedamerican: with each other or with the horrors? brinnanza: I've got two hands

Sometimes You Get A Gift

It was a normal Tuesday night when our friends pinged us that you could see the Northern Lights in Utah?! I wasn’t expecting much, because when this has happened before we weren’t able to see anything, but LOOK AT THIS in our front yard:

I’ve always wanted to see them before I died, and here they were coming to me. Sometimes the universe just gives you a gift and doesn’t even make it a secret.