Flowers

I noticed some bookended purple flowers at the care center where Doc’s mom is getting better…
Purple freesias on a nightstand in a medical room.

…and on the trail in Millcreek.Purple violets on the forest floor

The first flush of green is still in the mountains but it’s already starting to dry out–good thing the violets got a chance to bloom.
A grassy meadow in front of towering pine trees

A Theme, Perhaps

A slightly burnt blueberry pie with colorful candles in it Two lengths of patterned fabric laid out on a rug pad Not shown in this weekend’s pictures: my meltdown over getting the pies my nephew requested too brown; my meltdown over not being able to actually fit the intended patterns on the fabric I laid out for cutting; my meltdown over making a grocery list so we can go to Trader Joe’s. HMMM…

At least today is a new day?

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!