Whenever they (has anyone ever figured out who “they” are??) predict armageddon by way of weather I get skeptical. Obviously Superstorm Sandy was an exception…
Anyhow we are hearing crazy reports of several feet of snow and things are shutting down here in anticipation of the snow. We are home with colds, so we’re pretty snug here.
When did weather become such dramatic news?
Let’s hope we have a beautiful winter wonderland. Stay warm!
This weekend we have decided to do something very frightening. We are hosting 4 8-year old girls for a slumber party. Our daughter will make the 5th. She’s turning 9 on tuesday and rather than have a big party at an ice rink, or other venue, we scaled waaay back this year. Except now I’m scared. Will these girls sleep? Will they let me sleep? Will they know (or care) how mean I get when I’m tired?? Will I be able to make pancakes on 2 hours of sleep?
And can someone answer me why after vacuuming for an hour, the second I turned off the vacuum, I saw half a dozen pine needles on the floor? Where do they multiply and why does it seem to take half the year to be finally rid of them?
So wish me luck. The girls will have pizza, decorate cupcakes, put on mud masks, dance their brains out and watch a movie. And hopefully sleep…
I passed this interesting installation walking down Metropolitan Ave. in Williamsburg Brooklyn. I think it would be amazing if everyone grabbed a tree and added it to the installation to make a whole hanging forest. It’s in a particularly ugly empty space under the highway, which could use some beautification.
I was doing so well getting ready for the holidays. I started knitting things a month ago. I even started shopping weeks ago. Smugness was starting to set in. And then something happened this week. I realized that I hadn’t factored a couple of things into my schedule. Namely, the time it would take shipping the presents, baking cookies, and my knitting time spent socializing instead. I am now officially behind. I am in the midst of baking cookies and scrambling to finish a couple of knitted gifts. Smugness has been replaced by mild frenzy.
When does being frugal turn into hoarding? I keep coming back to this question lately.
Both my husband and I tend towards being pack rats. I think it’s my European roots, but I hate throwing perfectly good things away. It just seems so wasteful. We both like to hang on to things that we think may be of use down the road. We don’t have drawers of used nails, or twist-ties, but things get crowded quickly when you live in a small space.
We have a technique we use to get rid of “perfectly good” junk. We hang it on the fence outside our apartment building and usually within minutes it is taken. It makes me feel good that that item isn’t being carted off to a landfill. But we still have clutter. We don’t have stacks of newspapers piled up on our floor, but we do keep a section to use to start our bbq. I don’t have mountains of craft supplies, but I usually have what I need to start a project on a whim. I am slowly trying to weed out books we haven’t read in years, but I like to hang onto my reference books (canning, chicken keeping, cooking, nature guides, etc.)
I can’t figure out how to live with less stuff without throwing things out and then having to re-buy them later. Certainly the obvious answer is to not buy things later. Learn to live with less stuff. See The Story of Stuff, which is a great video. Having a kid adds to this stuff exponentially. My daughter is constantly being given gift bags at parties and school, which are filled with cheap plastic toys. This stuff makes my skin crawl because it is fodder for landfills. Zerowastehome’s blog details how she has taught her children to refuse these things. I admire her, but I’m not quite there yet.
I know I hang on to things for sentimental reasons as well, but I think that’s what makes a house a home. Personal items that mean something to you. A friend of mine who has a very uncluttered home once said to me that she would come here to help me de-clutter. She would hold something of mine up, I would tell her the story about it, and then she would throw it away.
And, honestly I know I’m not a hoarder. I had a relative who was and it goes far, far beyond having a messy or cluttered home. It’s just in reading about the approaches psychologists use to help change the behavior of hoarders that I see similarities:
- Make more reasonable judgments when deciding if an object is worthy of keeping or not.
- Learn how to make quick decisions on whether to keep an object or toss it.
- Practice discarding items while sorting through the intense emotions they trigger.
Contrary to what you might think, Greenwood Cemetery in Brooklyn is a lovely place to spend a fall afternoon. We decided to go there this weekend to see if we could find any hen-of-the-woods mushrooms. These mushrooms grow under oak trees in the fall, and I thought there would be many old oaks there. I was right, but the place offered so much more.
We saw the fabled monk parrots when we first arrived. Their story is that escaped from a container at Kennedy airport and have taken up residence at Greenwood. You can see photos of them here.
We actually saw very few mushrooms considering the vast quantities of rain we’ve had. There were a few hen-of-the-woods, but they were old and woody and uprooted. I think the groundskeepers are too efficient to let big mushrooms grow there. But the day was beautiful and it was like walking in a lovely park.
I thought it might be the heat, but after having a fever last night, I guess I actually am sick. I’ve been so run down lately that I have contemplated going back to sleep right after my first cup of coffee.
Although I haven’t been posting I have actually been doing things.
Mushroom Hunting (and eating)
Although we’ve recently gotten rain, it has been so stinking hot that there weren’t many of the expected mushrooms in the woods last weekend. This plant is called Indian Pipes and isn’t a mushroom. It is a plant that lost its chloroform through some weird evolutionary decision. It needs other plants (and that’s generally a mushroom called a russula) to bring it the nutrition it needs. There were no russulas to be found nearby. I did find some bright orange boletes that sautéed up nicely.
I made this blue shawl for Lindsay. She’s going to be a flower girl this month and the bridesmaids colors are royal blue. You can find the pattern here.
We have friends who are expecting a baby girl in September. I made this sweet little cardigan for her. You can find the pattern here.