Sunday, January 20, 2013

the geranium dress

One small dress, almost complete. The buttons are missing, but that will require a special trip so it's not happening anytime soon. I'm not sure where the dress fabric is from, but the bodice lining is from my Grandma's stash. It's the perfect shade of blue. The pattern, Made by Rae's Geranium Dress. I took the easy way out and didn't notch the neckline. Next time. Maybe. With pockets and sized for Amelia.


Friday, January 11, 2013

the last few months

This guy turned one and had no interest in his cupcake. He did however happily sample all of the gift wrap.  Oh Baby Grey.


I spent time with the always amazing Renee, gingerbread extraordinaire.  She's a genius, that carved her own templates for the brownstone details.

There was also Charlotte's 4th birthday (in October!).

And a photoshoot with Lucia and her iPad loving baby sister Senia.


Sewing has been happening too.  After the matching Christmas pajamas and Amelia's outfits, I did a 180 and made myself a shirt (Tova number 4,736).  I used Nani Iro double gauze Melody Sketch in Faded Navy and I love it so, so much.  Almost to much because now I want to buy a whole lot more.  I have more projects planned for myself and a few ideas for Amelia's May birthday.

And things that didn't make it to instagram but have been sitting on my phone....

An after Thanksgiving visit from my parents.  We arrived at the Brooklyn Flea early and were sent away.  So a quick detour to show them Barclays. (However Amy and Jamie are the only ones to have yet gone inside.  They spent a whirlwind 24 hours with us.  And the Nets.)

Followed by this amazing show at the Brooklyn Museum.

Our stocky tree, which I loved dearly.

And some Christmas morning madness with Rire and scrub clad Amelia.

Last but not least, the winter wonderland that is my parents driveway.  







Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Ann Hamilton at the Park Avenue Armory

I'm not always patient (Rire is nodding vigorously right now), so when we approached the Armory and the line stretched not just down the block, but around the entire block, it crossed my mind to just kiss the $24 dollars in tickets goodbye and go right back home. I'm a homebody, I admit it. But I dutifully shuffled into the line and bit my tongue. Luckily, my savior soon appeared and said anyone with tickets could go right in. I hustled. Considering it was Saturday and the crazy line outside, it didn't feel crowed inside. Civilized clusters waited for their chance to swing and crowds sprawled willynilly on the ground under the billowing clouds.  It was worth the trip.







Wednesday, January 2, 2013

2013

Prospect Park did not disappoint. I'm not a resolution maker. I'd rather health, happiness and general goodwill should be the norm. Happy New Year!