Wednesday. One more day and it's the end of the week. Wishing the week away the way we wish our lives away. Tsk tsk.
Today was a cleaning day. I am embarrassed to say that I spent most of the day cleaning off the desk in the kitchen (well, not a desk you sit at, but I don't know what else to call it.) Dumping ground. Tip.
It took me all day to decide what to throw and how to organize what to keep.
There are still some things that don't belong there: a 1979 withdrawal slip from a bank that no longer exists, signed by my mother and father; a small box that says "my toy dishes" written on top in my mother's handwriting. She was born in 1917 and the dishes are china, wrapped in tissue paper. The box is falling apart, held together by rubber bands. A match safe that I should nail to the wall, but since I plan to paint the kitchen it doesn't make sense. The file drawers below are full, so I have a dozen manila envelopes with things I need to tend to. Photos of the grandchildren. Pens, pencils, a pencil sharpener; the phone.
The bulletin board is another story: tax bills that remind me our real estate taxes have nearly doubled in the past 18 years.(do I really need these?) Prescriptions I need to remember I have. more photos. Cartoons that make me smile. (I saved it from 1983 because my father never failed to fall asleep in a concert).
And this one. We all know somebody like this woman.
Miscellany. BUT - I can see the horizontal surface (at least for now). There is still some stuff on my kitchen table, out of your sight -- but I'll deal with it tomorrow. Tonight, I will go into my sewing room.
And I will ignore the fact that I can't see those horizontal surfaces, either:-). The sewing machine is clear.
Actually, today is the third time since Saturday I have been in the City. Saturday afternoon after my grandson Ben's football game, we headed into Greenwich Village to the FIlm Forum, which shows classic, foreign, indy, and all kinds of interesting movies. The film was one neither of us had seen when it came out: Hiroshima Mon Amour. A brilliant, beautiful, powerful film that I will not forget.
Sunday was Brooklyn. I usually drive in on a Sunday morning when there is no traffic, but we took the bus in because I was not in the mood to hassle with late afternoon traffic coming home. Here was the view from the bus window in NJ, as the sun was setting.
Today I went into NY to meet my friend Penny and her husband Hank for lunch. They live in St. Thomas and were in NY for a special event, so they were squeezing in everything they could manage in a few days. After lunch, I headed to the garment district to search for a linen/rayon blend similar to the shawl I recently dyed. It's deliciously soft and has the consistency of cheesecloth - but a bit heavier. Here is the undyed original. See the weave? This is 45"x60" - a perfect wrap!
Last week I went into a fabric store near my studio and bought some cheesecloth, which I also dyed.
It is lighter weight than the above fabric and was only 36" wide. It had the benefit of being cheap, though, so I could experiment. It makes a sweet summer scarf at 18" x 60" but I'd like to see it longer.
I am going to look for heavier weight cheesecloth online. (below is the actual yellow of the above fabric). bleh.
Today I walked up and down 39th St in vain, looking for the linen/rayon blend. I forget which store this was, but they didn't have what I was looking for.
Finally, at Paron Fabircs, I found a linen/cotton blend and splurged on two yards, which should make 3 scarves @ 18"x 72". This was 4 times as expensive as the cheesecloth and an only slightly tighter weave but I'm on a mission.
On my way back to the bus terminal, I passed this sign, which reminded me of the way 42nd St. used to be when it was gritty. I miss it.
There were about a zillion people on line at the TKTS booth on 47th and B'way, waiting to buy half-price theatre tickets. It was such a warm, beautiful day that nobody minded standing for who-knows how many hours. This was only one little bit on the 7th Ave. side.
By Saturday, when we will be back in NY to stay with friends, it is supposed to be freezing cold and I saw a forecast for snow. Snow? Again in October? Oy! Please let it be wrong. In the meantime, my woods still look beautiful -- and the green is not ready to go yet.
I have set my blog to NO word verification. Nonetheless, it appeared today when I tried to leave a comment on my own blog from my iPad. I wrote to Google, to no avail. Please don't let it keep you from leaving comments if you get that thing when you try to leave one. Just put in the numbers and know that it is there despite the fact that I have turned it off. GRRRRRRRR. Does anyone else have this problem with their blog?
On a more pleasant note: I received a package of Malaysian small batch artisinal batiks from Turtle Hand and opened it this morning. I didn't even know they produced batiks in Malaysia, but here they are. Gorgeous!! I can't wait to wash/iron/cut them and use them. They remind me somewhat of the Indian batiks I love so much and they are totally different from the typical batiks you find in the stores.
I think they will go beautifully with the hand-dyes I have and I just hope I can get enough time in December (when I am actually home!!) to play. Tina of Turtle Hand will have a booth in Houston at both Market and Festival and I suspect she will have an even more varied selection. Yummy! Wish I were able to go to Houston this year but my teaching schedule just didn't want to cooperate.