Over the Bridge
July 20th, 2012
Forgive the lack of sewing updates — I’ve been working, but nothing quite ready to show off yet — and my excuse this week is Bridge. In addition to my regular two games, I’m sitting in on a third this afternoon.
I only wish Ansel Adams (who took this marvelous photograph at a California recreation center in 1943) was going to be there today. Actually, I’ve heard that Adams was a frequent visitor to this area back in the 1930s, when he’d tramp around the dunes looking for things to shoot.
Looking more closely at the picture, I hope their bid wasn’t too high. They’ve only won 7 tricks, with two left to go. And the lady who has just led looks rather pleased with herself…
Why Keats?
July 19th, 2012
Ah, the vagaries of Google. For some reason, despite all the ink I give on this blog to fashion history, costuming, music, and random 19th-century literature, the bulk of the people who visit my site are looking for John Keats. I swear he isn’t here.
I wonder what I’d do with him if he were? Probably a quarantine…
Speaking of romantic poets who died in unfortunate circumstances, I recently learned that John Clare spent his final years in an insane asylum, where his most famous poem was written.
Brilliant, just brilliant
June 22nd, 2012
UPDATE — July 1, 2012: As my self-loathing mellows, I have begun to reassemble some of the missing photos.
Oops. I just changed the location of my blog again (check your address bar). And I forgot to download my uploads before I uploaded them. Does that make any sense?
It means that all the pictures I’ve included in posts since the beginning of April are now gone forever. This is quite sad as I didn’t bother to save any of them on my hard drive, figuring that a copy on the server was good enough until I got around to running the next back up. You can see how well that plan worked. And there was a glitch in the server’s back up, so there’s really no way to get them back.
On the other hand, most of my posts lately have been dull and insipid, so it’s rather fitting that they lose their images and therefore become truly irrelevant. I’d delete them to hide my shame, but that seems like too much effort.
Bah.
Go West, Young Woman
June 1st, 2012
And so I went.
Here I am, before I left, standing under the Washington Square Arch in Greenwich Village. I’m wearing an old prairie schooner smock with pinafore and bonnet, perfect duds for pioneering. The jeans and the sneakers may not be authentic, but they’re decidedly practical. Willa Cather would surely approve.
What’s that you say? I could be standing in front of any large marble structure? How can I expect you to believe I really posed under the Washington Square Arch wearing such a ridiculous outfit?
Well this ought to prove it.
With fondest regards to the dear friend who took these pictures on my very last day in New York City…
Oops (Again)
May 18th, 2012
I’ve been a little busy lately…
Which is why you haven’t heard from me in nearly a fortnight!
Alas, I haven’t been sewing (unless you count a curtain for the closet). But I have:
- Finished setting up our bedroom
- Helped to mount the spring/summer costume exhibit at the local historical society
- Participated in an international gathering of Theosophists
- Begun studying Aline’s part in The Bohemian Girl
- Re-learnt Clementi’s Sontatina No. 1 (excellent finger exercise)
And that’s only the stuff I’m at liberty to mention!
So, forgive me? I’ll be back soon with more interesting updates — for the moment though, I gotta go move a piano.
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