Winter Wonderland

No words. Just breathtaking beauty everywhere I look...

Took some of these last night at midnight. Today we're going to get our tree and set it up. But none of our decorations can top Mother Natures' Winter Finery.

Snow!!!

First snowfall of the season.... Went to a local artisan craft fair...when I went in it was barely spitting snow; when I came out a couple hours later it was a winter wonderland... perfect for pictures of all the Christmas decorations I've been setting up...
This is my kitchen/mudroom door... with its urn of cut greens and the Christmas toad. Can't remember where I found him--maybe Target a few years back--but he's a christmas tradition now.

Rudolph and the vintage sled (not named Rosebud) next to the front door...

The cubeman and wee tree...plus Santa Gnome on the other side of the front door...
Remember that glorious maple tree I wrote about in the Spring/early summer? Here she is, all magickal and lacy in winter...
The yard looks so wonderful...very Currier and Ives...

I just couldn't put these two pumpkins out on the compost yet; they were still perfect...so I painted one red and the other green...voila! Christmas pumpkins...

Here is the front porch view...

Tomorrow we're going to a local tree farm to get our tree. I would love to go tonight...with the snow falling ..... but we have my hubby's company Christmas party to go to... oh well.

I'd rather be home setting up a tree and decorating it; having hot buttered rum, with Bing on the stereo and the snow falling outside. The first snowfall just brings out the romance of the season... everything is more wonderful and magickal right now.....I'm looking out my window at fairyland.

let it snow,let it snow, let it snow...

It's A Wonderful Life...

I will tell you something about me..... I married George Bailey. I really did. Not literally, of course--but if there was ever a perfect fictional persona for my husband Kevin it's George Bailey. They are two of a kind: sweet,dependable,honest,hardworking,true,romantic-in their own way,boyishly handsome, simple, wonderful small town men. Like George and Mary, Kevin and I grew up together. We met,as kids(I was 12,he was14)at my fathers' model railroad club. I had such a crush on him. Like Mary, I pined for him while he dated other girls and hardly knew I was there. We were friends long before we dated. He was the boy next door. I was the girl right under his nose.

On our first official date, we went to dinner w/ my parents on their sailboat. At the end of the evening, I fell into the river while trying to dock the boat. Kevin rescued me...and the rest was inevitable. We dated for a while, got engaged at Thanksgiving (he asked my father for my hand)and got married in a small,simple wedding the following September. It hasn't all been roses. Like George and Mary, we've had rough times.....but also like George and Mary, we have had the blessing of wonderful family and friends to see us through.

I adore this movie. I adore George and Mary and their journey and the way it speaks to my own journey. This movie has become my own myth; I know in my heart that I am living the best life I can, if I always remember the true blessings of family and friends and being able to give and relish the simple joys of life.

I could go on and on listing all the parallels I see between George and Mary and myself and Kevin. But I will just tell you that the moments that speak most truly of my husband are the moments of George Bailey as a loving father.

They say that every girl wants to find and marry a man like her own father. If that is true, Kevin is so like my dad in his love of his children and the way he has always taken the time to help them, teach them, be with them....I could completely see him being the man who 'fixes' Zhu-Zhu's flower. A real man, in my opinion.

And he is always the man whos' greatest joys are being surrounded by the happy embrace of his loving family.

This post was originally going to be about my December inspiration: It's A Wonderful Life....and, in a way, it still is. It is a wonderful life. Kevin's birthday is just round the corner: December 12. I am so grateful that he finally saw 'the girl who was right under his nose' and that I get the opportunity to grow old with this sweet 'boy next door'.

Happy Birthday Kevin....my George Bailey. Many,many more...

And this Christmas season, let's all take the time to really savour this wonderful life we've been given.

That's my December inspiration.

Post Thanksgiving Post

This isn't going to be the wonderful post holiday post I was planning on. But that's the trouble with planning...the universe generally has other things in mind. Best laid plans and all of that...
Thanksgiving itself was busy and slightly crazed for me...but turned out wonderful; an awesome feast. It truly was worth all the stress and work. Both my sons were home plus my sister and her family and my in-laws. The house was full...and so were we.
You might know (from occasional mentions in our respective blogs) that Cindy of Vagabond Artistry is my sister-in-law...as well as my best and dearest friend. We truly are partners in crime. She is married to my husbands brother. Saturday, her hubby--Bob-- had to have emergency surgery on a badly infected knee. He's doing well and is still in the hospital; we're hoping to have him home today. I would truly appreciate it if you all could pop into Cindy's blog and send her some thoughts and prayers. This is an unforseen complication for them and we are all hoping it turns out okay. Her blog is http://vagabondartistry.blogspot.com

I do truly love this holiday season. I have such wonderful memories from childhood. Of course, as a child you've no idea the work and time and stress involved in the creation of this wonderland of family and decorations and parties, etc. As an adult, it sometimes seems like there's no where to turn where there isn't another thing to do or make or send or clean,etc.

Tomorrow I have the oil man coming to service our furnace and tanks. At first I was irritated because I have to be home waiting for him to come and then home while he works, which wouldn't be getting my errands and such done when they needed to be. Then I took a breath and thought...well, I have to be here anyway so, tomorrow I'm going to head up to the attic and start hauling boxes and bins down. I have one half of a farmhouse attic full of bins of Christmas decorations and stuff. Time to Deck The Halls....and everything else.

I'm not planning on joining the rush to the mall any time soon. This year money is super tight and I think it's more special to either hand make gifts or purchase handmade from any number of the wonderful artists I've encountered in blogland.

All I really want for Christmas is that feeling I get whenever I watch It's A Wonderful Life...which is fairly often. You know...the part where everyone comes together for George Bailey and his family and the bell rings and we all know Clarence has finally gotten his wings.

Just put that in my stocking...with a candy cane or two and I'll be all set.

Please don't forget to send thoughts and hugs to Cindy @ Vagabond Artistry....I know she could use them.

These lovely glowey photos in this post are ones I took last week of the setting sun coming in my kitchen window and shining clear across the house to the bookcase in the family room. I think that glow is the personification of the feeling we all wish to carry through the holiday season.

I recently recieved two lovely blog awards. I promise I will post my thank yous and pass them on very soon.

Thankful Things

Thankful this year for family and friends and this wonderful old house that welcomes them and shelters them and shares love and caring with them. Thankful for the stresses and work of this holiday season because it means I have plentiful blessings to share thanks for... Thankful for all the wonderful people I've met on this recent blogging adventure I've been on...

Thankful for being able to remember to be thankful for these simple, yet awesomely wonderful things in my life.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Cinnamon,Coffee,Vanilla...oh my...

I love a good mess. I think I became an artist so I could have a great excuse to make lots of messes. When I was really little, my mother attempted to have me be the quintessential sweet little girl. I had darling ruffled dresses and pretty hairbows and fancy shoes with lace trimmed socks. And I climbed trees, jumped in the mud, picked fights with little boys and found a thousand ways to make a mess. My father hand painted signs in our garage as a supplement to his other income; I would hover around watching everything he did and managing to get as much paint on myself as possible. My poor frustrated mother... So...we come to today. I am in my kitchen with a big bowl of coffee-vanilla-cinnamon, dredging fabric through it and soaking fabric in it. I have grounds and drips everywhere, but I am having so much fun.

I'm like a kid,trying different types of fabrics and different colours and prints to see what will turn out.

The mess is fun, but the baking is the best part. My kitchen and now my whole house smell absolutely awesome. Of course, the clean-up will come eventually and it will have to be a good one. I'm having a small party tomorrow night and it would be really difficult to explain why theres coffee grounds all over my floor.

Meanwhile...my inner little girl is having almost as much fun as if she was making mud pies.

Girls Day Part Two

I've been rediscovering my love of pen and ink. As much as I love seeing my little girls done in colour, in paints and pencils...doing them in black and white brings them even more to life for me. It brings back memories of being a little girl and watching my father at his drafting table working on pen and ink illustrations. I found it so fascinating to watch him create all these shades and textures with just this one thing. In his pen and ink work...everything was so fine and delicate.

Of course, I've also always loved the work of Edward Gorey. Not just for his dramatic pen and ink, but also for the wonderful names and titles he'd give his drawings and books.

I am so happy with the way these have turned out.

From the top they are: Ondine (still in progress), Hester, Alice and Arabella. These are the first things I've done where I am seriously considering having prints made...and maybe finally getting an Etsy shop underway.

I spent yesterday divided between these girls and my poppet dolls. I feel like I am finding my own 'voice' again and not just following every beautiful inspiration. I think the dolls and these girls are very connected with my inner world; the one that gets fed with books and romantic, old movies and fairytales and visiting amazing historic houses and places. I love the unusual, but I also love the simple and ordinary. I love to juxtapose one with the other and see what results.

Maybe magick, maybe a mess...but always something interesting.

This Girls Day In was wonderful. I spent time with myself and really listened to the directions my heart is giving me.

A Girls Day... Part One

Today I have the entire house to myself. Hubby is away overnight at a model railroad convention and I'm relishing my chance at a Girls' Day In.To celebrate, I took some pictures of my favourite 'girly' spots in the house and a few 'girls' in progress who are spending the day with me.
This is my bedroom. Kevin and I both love this room so much. Its beautiful and bright and spacious. The bay window holds one of my favourite sitting/reading nooks. The colours of this room just fell into place; the wallpaper and curtains were already there and everything else just fit. The furniture was my grandmothers and the bed was a 1st anniversary gift from Kevin to me.

I love this little scene, set atop a chest of drawers given to my mother by an Irish sister, Sister Josita, who was like a beloved aunt to us.This was my mothers Anne of Green Gables doll. She got her on Prince Edward Island.The teacup she gave to me one Mother's Day. The teapot holds the 'toss' bouquet from my wedding.

This is another of my poppets. She's being very patient, waiting for me to finally stitch the lace trim in place on her skirt. I pinned it there two days ago.
Here's a closeup of my sitting/reading nook.

And last, but not least, here is a closeup of Hester. You might remember her from an October post. She was just a pencil sketch then. Now she's been done up in pen and ink; which has brought me so many memories of my father. Pen and ink was one of his best and favourite mediums to work in.

I actually have several girls done in pen and ink right now. I think it's part of my November inspiration...the gothic charm of pen and ink and finding ways to work changes in tone and texture with it.

Right now, it's rainy and dreary outside. I have the kettle on and as soon as I make a pot of tea I'm going to get back to my girls.

I've got a stack of 'girly' dvds: Pride And Prejudice, Sense And Sensibility, Notting Hill, The Lake House,Hope Floats. I've been washing fabric all morning and going through books for sketch inspirations. I didn't tell hubby how much I was looking forward to this weekend, but I was secretly hoping for 'nesty' weather. You know, the kind that makes you want to stay in your jams or comfy clothes and light scented candles and do cozy things like sew or paint or sketch and drink tea and eat sweet warm baked things...like muffins and cookies. I'm so happy that it's yucky and rainy out right now. Nothing to lure me out of my jams and slippers.

The kettle is boiling so, I'm off to make tea. I hope you are all having an equally wonderful Saturday...

November Inspiration

I actually took these photos in late September--on my anniversary--at Lyndhurst, in the village of Tarrytown. Lyndhurst is just one of the many gorgeous 19th century gothic mansions that dot the hills of the Hudson Valley. It's one of my favourites. If anyone is familiar with the Dark Shadows series and movies; external shots were filmed here as well as some interiors too. This place is just breathtaking. I come here and I want to be every heroine in every Victorian gothic novel I've ever read. Walking around in jeans and a sweater doesn't seem right. Every time I've visited this house, the weather has been 'perfect': rainy, dreary and chill, which obviously adds to the atmosphere.

The house is stunning and the grounds are also breathtaking...with so many scenes and vignettes to photograph and keep for future inspiration. These are just a few of the many I took on this past visit. It's such a romantic and amazing place.

I am completely inspired right now, by Lyndhurst...esp. as captured in these pictures. It probably helps that I'm currently rereading Jane Eyre. I can picture the whole novel taking place here. I think I was secretly waiting for Mr. Rochester to come galloping up...no offense to my sweet husband. (He loves Lyndhurst too, because it was owned by the 19th century railroad baron J. Gould. My husband is a tremendous train and local history buff)
I think this house feeds my romantic heart; I can see pre raphaelite heroines roaming the grounds and every setting seems as if it was lifted from a painting.

So, for November my inspiration comes from this gorgeous place...with a sprinkling of Poe and Barnabus Collins and a liberal dose of Jane Eyre.

Remember These Two?

Remember these two? My 'naked' little poppet dolls stitched together that seemingly long ago October day...sitting in the sunny yard with my little dogs 'keeping guard'.
Yesterday afternoon...on another glorious,sunny,warm fall day--albeit unexpected in November--I sat in the yard and finally gave these two lovelies some clothes. Hand sewn skirts from coffee,vanilla and cinnamon dyed fabric accented with bits of vintage lace and antique mother-of-pearl buttons.

The poppet on the right has been claimed by my sister already.

They look so pretty in the setting sunlight...and also in my red chair...

Hooray for unexpected lovely November weather and another opportunity to sit outside and sew and eat apples and watch geese fly overhead and listen to the peep of chickadees and nuthatches. I even saw a last robin of the season! Truly something to be thankful for: this wonderful day...