You were born at this exact moment 1 year ago.
Your party was this weekend. So many people came to see you. Here’s a picture of your first letterpress invitation. And your homemade cake. There were lots of felt banners and many noisemakers. You deserve it.
God, I love the holidays. Looks like he might get tangled up in them too! (I promise, that hurt me coming out just as much as it hurts you to read it).
It’s my favorite holiday. And now that I have a little guy to celebrate it with, it makes it all the more fun. Hello, homemade costumes! (until you want to be a Power Ranger and then that will kill a little bit of my soul).
For his first celebration, I made him a Narwhal – but everyone thought he was a unicorn. Oh, Brooklyn.
We’ve started a new tradition with our oldest and dearest friend Matt. Record shopping Sundays. (This a good segue to introduce the genius that is Matt Sucich too).
I bought James a turntable for Christmas…two years ago. He just set it up. BUT in order to build our collection, we’ve decided on a friendly little game. We will pick a new market or record shop each week and the goal is to find the record we have in mind to listen to that day. It’s challenging, for sure. But what a great way to spend a Sunday! Here’s what we found this week. (I think I won with Thriller, don’t you?)
Going to be doing a lot more of this. Remember when we used to write about food a lot (Brooklyn Plated ring any bells?). Well, that might happen some more. I really miss cooking for friends.
I’ve never really addressed why we stopped. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to have Sunday Dinners or take pictures of food or eat that food. It was because I lost someone very important to me who read that blog every day. He commented nearly every day as well and quite frankly, seeing his comments is like seeing a ghost and I couldn’t really bring myself to look at them anymore. When he was sick, he would write to me about how much he loved reading the posts and imagined himself cooking a lot of the things. So, sane as I am, I began to compulsively cook – just to make sure I had enough to share. When he died, I realized a lot of those posts were for him. I think about him every day and I’m so glad we had something in common to talk about. It’s been almost 2 years since he passed away and I’d like to start cooking for him again.
Tonight I played with a band called Bermuda Triangle at the Rod and Gun Club in Williamsburg. Ben Church Smith is a very talented songwriter and I wish he would play more. I loved how my viola became pals with Rebecca’s violin, they sounded so nice together.
I just purchased these two fonts and I’m going to use them in an invitation. I typed out this quote to see an example of how they looked together. And then I got to thinking about it.
When I was in 7th grade, Mrs. DeFelice wrote this on the board. I have a horrid memory and I’m shocked that, to this day, I remember it verbatim. I even remember writing it down in the back of my day planner as if it were some reminder on how to behave. I know this was written as an exercise in financial frugality (and maybe it’s my New England upbringing) but these words has somehow followed me around to this day, in the forefront of every decision I’ve made. I often felt guilty for enjoying myself, as if it were to set in motion a series of unpleasant events. I practiced restraint on the most base of levels. I made “smart” decisions and followed cerebral paths. Because if I did, I wouldn’t have deal with any collateral damage brought on by using my heart or following a feeling.
For the last few years, going back to about 2008, I consciously practiced a different exercise. I’ve stopped holding back, started encouraging desire, if you will. I treat every opportunity as a opportunity to treat myself and I love the opportunity to celebrate a moment. I’ve gotten more joy out of every day since then. I left a passionless professional field that I thought made me appear “smart, worldly and put together” (International Education) and entered a world based on something I love that thrives on beauty, vision and tradition (Paper Arts).
I am proud to have cultivated a beautiful life and I’m grateful for this quote as a reminder that, from time to time, the first action sets in motion all that follows – and sometimes that’s a positive thing. Sometimes the desires that follow are paying homage to the first heartfelt decision one can make.
One of my favorite jobs ever was the year I worked at the Heath Ceramics factory in Sausalito, CA while in graduate school. It’s my favorite thing on earth…which is saying a lot since I’m not particularly a fan of the mid-century look. Everyone should own a studio mug. I’ve amassed quite a collection over the years. Edith would be proud.