Moon Doodles

We had a gawjuss full moon right after Christmas!  It was sooo cold out too.  This was right before we had that little snowstorm.

It's hard to get a decent full moon picture without it looking like a spotlight.  So I thought I'd have a little fun with an open shutter.  I drew a star. 

Then I tried to write 'Jo', and I was surprised to see that it looks like I was writing it backwards, and I know I wasn't.

How weird!

Fun with squiggles.

Snow Closes Out the Year

Usually the meteorologists are wrong about storms....they blow everything out of proportion and wind everyone up with their dire, worse case scenario predictions, which never come to fruition.  On December 29th, however, they were spot on.  Rain was to start in our area in the late afternoon and turn to snow by 8, and go all night.  The Cape, being so close to the water, wouldn't get hit as bad as other areas.  This also happened to be the night of my high school 30th reunion, which I'd decided not to attend due to the outrageous cost.  A small group of us decided to meet at Bobby Byrne's  Pub in Sandwich for drinks and food.  

Once the weather turned bad that afternoon, I figured there was no way I was making the trek over the bridge.  My hubby was going out that night and the plan was for him to relax at home while I was out, and I'd return in time to take him to his truck.  We spent a nice afternoon with his daughter & her boyfriend watching 'Shawshank Redemption', so he never got the chance to nap during the day. The rain started falling heavily around 4:00 pm; it was pounding against the windows.  Let me tell you, I have a wonderful, sweet and amazing man.  He knew I wanted to see my friends, and he gallantly decided that he'd rather sacrifice his comfort in order to see that I got to and from Sandwich safely.  When we drove over, it was pouring down rain in buckets.  Ice cold rain, blowing sideways.  We visited and had a lot of laughs with our tiny group of 6, and when we left a couple hours later, the snow had started.  It was a dicey drive home.  I got him to his truck and got home as thick flakes were falling fast and furious.  

Looking straight up at the sky

The next morning I awoke to bright sunshine and everything looking like it was festooned with sugar.

I was clomping around the yard in my boots and jammies when I woke up at 8:30.  It seemed like it was already starting to melt and I wanted to get pics right away.  That's OK, I think my neighbours think I'm weird anyway.  ;-)

I should have gotten them scarves and hats!

Mid-morning

From Our House To Yours

Christmas Eve

It's not quite December 24th as I am drafting this post.  I've been thinking about and reflecting on the holiday season of years past.  I think in a lot of ways I always loved Christmas Eve more because of the build up of excitement to the following day, which in a lot of cases is kind of a let down after all the gifts are open and there are no more surprises.  This is especially true of my adult years, whereas when I was a kid, I still had the rest of the day and evening to look forward to at my Aunt & Uncle's house with my cousins who were visiting from Long Island through New Years.  That meant a week of playing in the woods, ice skating & sledding if we had snow, spewing hot chocolate out of our mouths and noses from laughter.  Going to the Mall to spend our gift money.  Stuffing ourselves with cookies and treats & playing charades or with our new toys & games.  Staying up on New Years Eve to tape our fave songs from the annual WRKO 100 Top Songs of [Year], going downstairs around 11:30 to watch Dick Clark's New Years Rockin' Eve & watch the ball drop in NYC at Midnight.  Those were fun days when I was a kid in the 70s.  But I digress....

There was one Christmas Eve when we deviated from the usual visiting, and went to see my mom's best friend who was very, very sick.  She passed away in 1972, so this would have to have been December 24, 1971.  She had two daughters a few years older than me, and we spent lots of time over there visiting before Flo got sick.  I didn't understand what was wrong with her at all, of course...I now know it was breast cancer.  She was in a nursing home 'near the train bridge in Buzzards Bay'.  I never forgot that night, because Flo's daughter Linda was there and she and I were exploring the nursing home, playing hide & seek, and it's layout made a huge impression on me because it was a really nice place (my grandmother was there after she had her strokes in the late 80s). I remember Linda & I were watching TV in the main lounge area too, where there was also a lit Christmas tree.  In an odd twist of fate, I happen to live very close to this place.  

Christmas Eve meant baking sugar cookies with Diane at my parents' house.  5:00 pm Mass at the Catholic Church and that was the only day when we got to sit upstairs in the choir due to how crowded it was.  Then after Mass it was off to visit the McArdles and the Morrows, and home for heaping platefuls of my dad's delicious linguine with shrimp marinara sauce.  I could hardly sleep that night.  As I got older, I found myself pulling all nighters (which meant I was a cranky little thing by 10 a.m. the following day), trying to listen for Santa, then sneaking downstairs in the pitch dark, avoiding every squeaky stair and floor board with the precision of a Ninja, then flicking the livingroom light on & off real quick to see if there were presents yet and there always were.  Heart pounding, I'd carefully creep back upstairs to my room, unable to sleep from excitement.  I actually used to sleep on top of my made bed to save time having to make it in the morning.

Those traditions continued pretty much the same way through high school and even when I was home from college, although the amount and kinds of cookies baked now varied, and I usually worked at the Dan'l Webster Inn during college breaks to make some extra cash for the following semester.  One year, I was on my way home from Channel 56 in the wee small hours of 12/24/87.  It was just past midnight and as I got off the Sagamore Bridge onto the Mid Cape Highway, traffic was backed up because of an accident up ahead.  I decided to take the chance and cross the grassy median, getting into westbound lanes (wide open b/c of the late hour) and get off at the 1st exit before the Bridge and take Rte 6A.  As I came down through Sandwich, the fire trucks and ambulance were just leaving.  I went home to my rented studio apartment near Sandy Neck and thought nothing of it.  I went to work again on my regular 3 pm -11 pm shift on the 24th.  Except that night I was going straight to mom and dad's to spend the night.  I got to their house around 12:15 and dad was keeping the linguine and shrimp sauce warmed for me.  But their affect was all wrong when I got to the house.  They were smiling but their eyes looked weird, and I said, 'Why are you looking at me like that? What's wrong? What's going on?'....'Honey, you better sit down.  That accident on the Mid Cape last night?  Liz's brother Jon was in it.  He didn't make it....We're so, so sorry.'  My best friend's brother killed on Christmas Eve.  He was only a year behind us in school.  How could that be?  I was devastated.  I think of Jon frequently, but constantly at this time of year, every year.  

My mom has one of these elves....it's really old because I remember it from when I was little. If you shook it there was a bell or chime thing inside it that kind of plunked more than jingled. But it was never quite this naughty...

The first few years of my marriage to Brian in San Francisco, Christmas was the run up to the annual Grateful Dead shows at the Oakland Coliseum.  We had tickets for the NYE shows of 1989, 90 and their last in 91. He & I developed a ton of traditions for Christmas Eve and kept them up for a long time, till we started to plunge into a great abyss that started slowly in 2006 and ended 5 years later when I couldn't take it anymore and left.  These traditions included dinner out at a restaurant called Tom's Place in our SF neighbourhood, to a British Pub in San Rafael when we moved to Marin County, and then Chinese food up in Washington.  We always watched certain shows that day and night.  'Last Train Across Canada', Truman Capote's 'A Christmas Memory', 'A Child's Christmas in Wales' and finally after dinner, the musical 'Scrooge'.  One of us would go in another room while the other stuffed that person's stocking and put gifts out, then covered w/ a towel.  Then the other would do the same thing.  Like I said, that whole ritual pretty much tapered off and stopped over the years as he became unable to cope with reality and I was too depressed to even try and keep up the holiday cheer.  The baking and decorating stopped too.

This month has been one of some emotional turmoil in the days leading up to Christmas Eve.  In a good way though.  Came out of left field.  Stressful at first and a little perplexing, but overall it's going to lead to way more positive things in our lives.  And being married (in our hearts) to a truck driver could mean that he is on the road/coming home on Christmas Eve sometimes.  I've made my peace with it.  He got his schedule for the next few days and he will be going out the evening of the 25th.  But he will be home for Christmas Eve,  and almost all of Christmas Day, which will be nice. 

Mostly this time of year seems to have a tinge sadness around it, the older I get.  I can't help but remember those old days when I was a kid, everyone was still alive, it was exciting and it seemed like nonstop parties and socializing. Looking back on 'the Brian years' is extremely weird for me right now. It'd be strange enough if he was still alive, but he's not and that's what's so hard to wrap my brain around.  So this year I think I'll just bake a couple cranberry breads for my mom and to bring to my sister in law's house, and enjoy every precious minute with my honey.

I wish you all a peaceful & quiet Christmas.

Pretties in the 'Hood

Just some of the lights and decorations in my neighbourhood, and the fun I like to have with them.

I loooooove how this pink tree came out.

I love how they put a star inside their lamppost light.

Overall I find that there seem to be far less lights and displays around here.  I don't know if that's a nationwide trend or what.  I know I shot way more pictures last year than I have this year.

Onset: Winter Ghost Town

It was 12/12/12, I was working on a craft and reached a frustration point.  I decided I had to put it down and slowly back away before I launched it across the room.  Completely spacing out the date and waiting for 12:12 p.m., I decided I'd take a drive down to Onset and see if this Deadhead/hippie store called Happy Zone was finally open.  It's never open.  Probably owned by a trust fund Deadhead who doesn't need to keep regular hours, just 'whenever'.  Still, it's the holidays, and was after Noon in the middle of the week, so I thought I had a good shot of it being open.

Not only was it closed, the entire town was deadsville.  The only place open was Marc Anthony's Pizza.  It was so quiet.  I took a quick walk to see if the big old homes were decorated, and sadly, very few were. This door is at a little antique/junk shop that was open during the summer.

The center of town.

Cold, wintery day at the beach.

I like these plaques of positivity at the edge of the park.

Pretty sparkly [fake] greens outside of the Happy Zone.  At least they decorated out front even if they aren't open.

Crestfallen, I left and went to the junk collectible shops along the Cranberry Highway in E. Wareham.  I do love these floats but they are a bit out of my price range.  I saw some small ones roped together with cork separators that I almost bought but it didn't include red.  

I went next door to the C & B Emporium and scored this amazing mosaic flask bottle for $7.00.  I HAD to have it.  The glass tiles go all the way around to both sides.  

But my big score was this box of vintage glass balls for.....are you ready?......TWO DOLLARS!!!!  The box was propped up on a chair, kind of hidden behind something on the floor that was leaning against the chair.  I was afraid they'd want to sell them individually but the owner saw me admiring it and said, 'I'll let that whole box go for a coupla bucks.'  Uh...YES PLEASE!!!  Some are very, very old, I'd say 1930s or 1940s.  There's one that has the name 'Timmy' in glitter.  I wonder who he was?  I don't even care that some of them are scratched up! 

So the trip wasn't a total loss.  I just wish those shops in Onset would open!!

Findings Tree Art

I saw this amazing idea for making a Christmas tree out of findings and jewelry bits.  Loved.  Had to try.

Due to the fact I now have to upload all photos here via Photobucket (or else pay $2.99 a month for additional storage on Blogger), I am greatly reducing the amount of photos showing the steps of how to make the item, and the work in progress.  I used a piece of black suede paper, which I adhered to a piece of cardboard.  Then on a separate piece of paper, I used a ruler to draw the triangle shape, cut out the center, and taped the open triangle stencil to the black suede.  This helped to keep the edges straight as I glued stuff on. What took the longest was selecting what bits to use!  

This is my version.  I completely forgot about making room for the base of the tree!  I wasn't happy with the way the glue soaked through the suede so fast.  I was afraid that they'd all come off as the glue dried but so far it's holding.  I just need to get it in a frame.