snow!

thats what it takes
to get me away from the sewing machine...

i had no idea...

how much fun this
looney, scrappy
sewing was gonna be.





the background striped fabric and the vivid red striped fabric are from trips to guatemala where i collected fabric knowing that one day i would use it somehow.

thanks again to mary ann at dispatch from l.a. for the inspiration

sewing

my first sewing machine
ever
arrived today.

i've always loved fabric
and wanted to, you know, sew something:
arty/crafty, homey, whatever.

what finally got me to wind the bobbin
was winning a place in the
'remains of the day'
journal workshop conducted online by
the marvelous
mary ann moss' of dispatch from l.a.

i've long admired the spontaneity of her
work and her lisbon travel journal is remarkable
so i vowed that if i won a place at the
(sewing) table i'd get me a machine.

the genie in the random number generator
obviously wanted me to buy that machine
and i've threaded it and made my
first practice stitches on paper and fabric.
Hooked.

feeling a bit like the tin man...

central park, march 2009

rusty from
not posting
for a while...
i wanted, nonetheless, to express my
heartfelt appreciation
to everyone who's visited
this past year.

it has enriched my life
in countless ways.

may the new decade
bring wonder and joy
to us all.


morocco, october 2008

city winter weekend

snow falling at night
crowds on fifth avenue



and at the modern.



the lights on sixth avenue



i thought i was going for the tim burton show.
it was 11:30 and the timed ticket was for 3:00.
so i went to see the gabriel orozco show.
the piece above is the only one i could shoot.

Loved the show -





tiffany windows

quel drama

this private, invite only thing is a temporary measure,
precipitated by an incident @ my office and i expect to be
without a job in the very near future.

nearly 30 years with the company and i may get
nothing to show for it but all i want for chanukah now is
liberation.

more details to follow.
maybe even pictures.

wishful thinking

this is not what it looks like here now

new york icons

pat kiernan is the man we wake up with.
he's the reason we stick with time warner.
his pauses are more eloquent
than the commentary of most talking heads on tv.

if you don't live around here you can still
see his 'in the papers' segments here

todays, while not representative
is especially delightful for those of us
who regard him as the thinking woman's sex symbol.