Hi. I’m going to start with a picture. This is my family:
this is us.
Meet Jess, James and Julian (no, we didn’t name him with a “J” because we had “J” names). I’m fairly certain, you’ll like us. We’re fun. You’ll hear a lot about us here.
The Littlest War is a long time coming (more on that soon). I’ve written a few blogs in my time – about different things. I’m a pretty typical kind of lady. I love food, and cooking, and looking a pretty things, and music, and making things with my hands and fun having. This will be a lot of that. After spending a long time taking things for granted, I’m committed to seeking out time in my life and pausing, even for a moment. Pausing for the sad ones, the happy ones, the ones that make me laugh and the ones that make me cringe. I just want to take those moments, bottle them up and know they happened. I want you to know they happened too.
Signing off for now. Toodles.
It’s still strange that someone celebrates this day with me in mind. We had a lovely picnic in Prospect Park and recalled the picnics we used to take in Paris and dreamed of taking Julian there someday soon…
Tiny Toms mean it’s summer time.
My grandmother, Rose, is a domestic goddess of mythic proportion in my mind. She could do everything. She made dresses for my mother that I am still able to wear. She hosted dinners for over 50 people on a weekly basis. Everything she created in the kitchen was extraordinary and the best I’ve eaten – even just spaghetti with meatballs (which was really the only thing I ate as a kid, earning me the nickname “the spaghetti wrangler”). She hosted pea parties where only dishes with peas were served (and it wasn’t gross!). She left her Christmas tree up all year long. She could knit an afghan, read a book and watch “Days of Our Lives” all at the same time. She had a built-in brick oven in her kitchen. She used to buy me gold lamé bathing suits and took me to the diner with her friends. Maybe it was her special Grandma touch, but she could do no wrong.
She also used to make the most remarkable wedding cakes. I was sorting through some old photographs with my mother this weekend and we found these pictures of cakes she made in the late 60′s to the early 80′s. The images aren’t in the greatest condition, but you’ll get the picture. These are the wedding cakes of yore – you’ll be hard pressed to find a baker who still makes them like this (except for maybe in the Bronx?) and, although, it’s not necessarily an aesthetic that’s stood the test of time – you can certainly appreciate the artistry that goes into them. They have electric fountains and angels and sugar roses for crying out loud! I don’t know who they belonged to. I wish I did. Even though they were promptly eaten on someone’s wedding day, I am happy that I can share them with you here.
My Parents & Their Wedding Cake…
Coral & Tusk is one of my favorite textile designers and I’m so glad to have visited Stephanie Housley’s studio in Williamsburg. We picked up some things for Foxy & Winston. I am SO excited about her new merit badges and bug pins. I think Julian needs a Patridge badge for all the good work he does. Oh and she also has this dog, Paco, who I might be having a love affair with. THAT face??
Can’t wait to use these on some of my upcoming felt projects. More to come.
I just finished eating the seven course meal Mr. Vanderberg and I prepared (blame all the Downton Abbey watching). And I didn’t take one picture. Can you believe it? Here’s the menu and some pictures of the prep. And what my table looked liked. I made that tablecloth for Thanksgiving. That’s it.
Julian and I were out and about today and took some very nice pictures of the neighborhood.
We celebrated at 3 pm because we’re parents and everyone knows we turn to stone at 9 pm (incidentally, we forced our friends to start celebrating that early as well). But that just gave us a reason to eat different kinds of caviar and smoked fish and drink vodka because 3 pm’s when the Russians started 2013. We ended up making it to New Years in Paris! which was quite a feat. Happy New Year Y’all. Hope it’s a good one.