Turkey day

 It's Turkey time in the USA.  Today is the day we gather to give thanks and share a turkey and lots of good side dishes. We give thanks.  It is indeed a day to celebrate with gratitude.  If you host this holiday, you know it involves lots of preparation and hard work.  There is something humbling when I think of the sheer work involved at that first Thanksgiving feast and now all the modern day conveniences we have at our fingertips deserve many thanks.

Just a little glimpse at the grown-ups table.

The homespun linen napkins are from Heather Ross In House. It's a good thing I do not live nearby her shop, she has a great eye for wonderful home goods.  

Let me tell you that these napkins are scrumptiously soft and generous in size.

Everything else was gifted or collected over the years, our wedding Audubon Silver from Tiffany's, White Royal Copenhagen Porcelain dinner plates, Limoge Candlesticks, White Reindeer from an Antique shop in the city and the chestnuts were bought at Stop and Shop.  

The chargers appear yellow in this photo but in fact are gold from a nearby shop and the dark chocolate  linen tablecloth I bought years ago at Conran's in the city.

I am so very Thankful for each of you who pop in to visit or to leave me a comment.

Happy Turkey Day to you.

I am off to make the place cards and my thankful tree.

More pictures to follow.

finery

My sister and I often remark that it seems very few dress-up in finery anymore and we both find it rather disconcerting.

On my honeymoon flight I wore a vintage navy ottoman suit that was from my Mother's side.  I could feel the cut and the weight of the fabric that made me feel special the way it draped.

I often imagine what I would wear if I were to have my portrait painted.

 There is something wonderfully timeless about navy blue and I have admired the artwork of Harrington Mann for a long time.  This family portrait of children is exquisite, although I can feel that perhaps these sweet children were dressed for this special occasion and perhaps not 100 percent happy about it. Just look at that boy front and center with his floppy jabot, he looks as if he is about ready to leap up to go climb a tree.

Sitting pretty powerful dressed in her finery, she exudes an effortless grace.

I have often admired those that dress with panache and style.  We had a great Aunt Louise who would always wear a suit when she came for dinner and she always brought home made ice cream and cookies from the bakery.  She often had a hat and gloves and I remember taking her coat and pressing my nose into it to soak up all the incredibly delicious smells of perfume and sugar.  My Uncle Bernie would wear a top coat, a 3 piece suit and a hat.  Those were the days of finery and dressing up.

I would like to dedicate this post to the the late Pamela Woolworth Combemale who graciously opened her home on Thanksgiving day.  This is a portrait of Pamela as a young girl.

Pamela was a marvelous hostess and a gifted woman.

Will you dress-up for Thanksgiving?  I would love to know what you intend to wear?  Is it something new or old?  Will you be forced to dress up or by your own volition?

patience

 

I love how patient dogs can be.

I have been incredibly busy de-cluttering and letting go of things that had accumulated which has required a ton of patience.  I took the opportunity to do a major purge of books, toys, clothing and items that were no longer needed or wanted.
While I tossed items, donated things and cleared space it made me realize how a dog just has a collar, a leash and perhaps a special bed and a bowl for water and kibble.
 

Waiting for one's return or for the next chase, the next meal or nap.

We can learn so much from our creatures.
While we humans surround ourselves with stuff, we should learn a thing or two from our creatures who are patient and allow time to enjoy life.

I was inspired by Ella over here.
How sweetly she stands enjoying nature and the sun.

monday motivation, black please

Did you ever consider how a little thing could be so motivating?

I started drinking my coffee black over a year ago.

I like it black.  It took my husband some getting used to.  He kept bringing me coffee with milk in the morning until I simply said two words.  It's the little things that can be very motivating.

Black please.

 It's not that I had anything against milk but I wanted a change.

Black coffee is just right by me and I am loving black accents, doors, boots, frames, grosgrain, chests and fashion.

I also love when I order coffee out.  Just saying black coffee sounds so simple yet bold.

Black please.  

How about you?

What little change have you made that pleased you?

Saturday

 
Today, I am home and I awake to a quiet house this Saturday.  I am flooded with memories of my son performing Shell Silverstein's "Sick" poem on stage with his bathrobe and bugs bunny stuffed animal.
He was in 2nd grade.  The poem is rather long but he was determined to recite it at the talent show.

Sick
by Shel Silverstein
"I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I'm going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I've counted sixteen chicken pox And there's one more--that's seventeen, And don't you think my face looks green? My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I'm sure that my left leg is broke-- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button's caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, My 'pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb. I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? What's that? What's that you say? You say today is. . .Saturday? G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

My daughter has been fighting "sick" all week long, two days home, a visit to the doctor.  Each day she has been complaining of a new ache and then last night rebounded for ice skating and a sleepover.  I think knowing that it was Saturday made her feel more playful.  Part of me wanted to say, No, you are still sick, but then the other part of me knows that Saturdays should be all about playing and feeling fine.  I love this painting for the happy cheery colors.  Saturdays do somehow provide a sort of miraculous recovery.

Have a playful Saturday.

artist source

desk-bound

My son that goes to Union is in the midst of final exams before the break and I know that he is counting down the hours until he comes home for Thanksgiving.  I love this shot of the campus.  I am also in the midst of some deadlines, so I think I must be feeling sympathetic to the pains of being a college student and being desk-bound.

Speaking of desk-bound, can you spot my illustration of "Cottage and Vine" in the form of note-cards?
Hop on over to "Cottage and Vine" and enter the fun sweepstakes for some fantastic desk organizing items.

 Happy weekend to each of you and hope to find some time away from my desk.

mindful moments

 It's a new day and the intent of this post today is to give each of you permission for  daily mindfulness.

As we wake to the embrace of the coming holidays, let us find the purity of peace and joy of season.

Care to join me on this journey of adding 10 mindful minutes to your day?

 Goldie Hawn's book is wonderful and would make a nice gift as each of us need to live happier and healthier lives.  The best gift that we can give our children are emotional skills to reduce stress and anxiety.

Retreat to a room or a space where you can sit quietly and set a timer for 10 minutes.  Devote yourself wholeheartedly to this moment until the bell rings.

If by chance you cannot still or calm your mind, do a chore such as sweeping or raking leaves.  You will never finish for good, but you shall learn the point of pointlessness.  In turn a chore or bit of work will clear your mind and help you sleep too.

Love to know what helps you to create a mindful moment?

pve design artwork created for the pound ridge plume.

sweet and saucy

 T'is the season to start planning one's Thanksgiving menu and here is an illustration I did for November's Sheridan Road's Good Eats article.  How about some of Nora Ephron's Sweet Potatoes Anna with prunes?

Pass the cranberry sauce please as long as it's Nigella Lawson's Red Cranberry Saucy sauce.
Are you hosting Thanksgiving this year?  What good things do you plan to prepare for Thanksgiving?

cozy wrap

what a cozy wrap in this brilliant shade of pumpkin.

a shawl or a scarf to layer for a pop of color and warmth.

I never tire of white, ecru or any natural shade.

This rococo shawl would be perfect for winter too.

Found these here

See Elena

 Visit the Craft Westport Show in Westport, CT, November 17-18! A percentage of  November sales in the shop and at the shows will be donated to hurricane disaster relief efforts.

monday motivation - soldier on

Part of motivation requires one to soldier on.  This is my son who is a sophomore ROTC student at RPI.  He will be 20 years old in February and I am proud of him for all that he chooses to do.  I have witnessed the challenges he has bravely fought that brought him to this day and I have no doubt that he will face the future courageously.  Part of his confidence comes from within and his motivation comes from those who have served and lead our country.  He happens to share the same name as his Great Grandfather who served his country, France.  He also has the dog tags of his Grandfather, a veteran who is 84 years old.  As parents we never imagined that our son would choose this life, dedicating and devoting his life as an ROTC student.  Many ask me what motivated him to become a soldier.

 If anyone knows how to carry on, he surely does.  I think any soldier has the capacity to carry on, to persevere and to keep going.  Last summer, he traveled to Africa to teach and came home with an appreciation for our World, our Country and our Nation.

 Part of the drive for any soldier is the desire to see the world in a different way.  A soldier must be willing to serve and represent their country.  Today, take time to honor a veteran and give thanks for their service.  Get to know them.  I give thanks to all the Veterans and to the future men and women who serve our country.  Thank-you.

Thank-you for all your wonderful comments.  I shall pass them on to my son as I know he may not read my blog.  Then again, maybe he does.