I think my next art project should probably be made out of marzipan - I mean - if you can make a hot dog out of almond paste and sugar, just imagine the possibilities... and of course the deep meaning behind whatever you sculpt. It would really be a statement about a woman's role in la cucina, no? What if I made a marzipan dildo? Or just a marzipan penis?
Perhaps I should just stick to making a marzipan brooches for farmer's market.
Monday, January 02, 2006
Marzipane
After Christmas my mom and I went into the North End of Boston to visit our friend Sarah - with the intention of getting new shoes for Ru and El - but we got kind of side-tracked by food. Our lunch was delicious as usual and the girls were hypnotized by the array of sculpted marzipan at the Italian bakery. We got them little chocolate sandwich butter cookies that looked like leaves - and I scored a marzipan carrot. Then we went back to Sarah's place and tore up her apartment... with lots of shrieking and stomping around in her closet... while we chatted and sipped some yummy coffee. It was a most delightful day. Simple pleasures...
Party Coats
Once we arrived at my mom's house, we got to go to the annual Xmas sing-along at the Haynes'... in our Holiday Best! Did you know that the red-eye reduction function gets disabled when you are wearing the two extremes on the color spectrum... in this case, red bows and black coats make for rodent eyes! Regardless, I think they are pretty f-ing cute. And Eloise particularly liked "We Three Kings" once we started singing. She danced her little Elo dance the entire time.
Bindi Madness
The weekend before Christmas we exchanged gifts with Ra-Ra and Pops. Ruby was quite fascinated with the bindis and ended up with a nice pattern of bindi glue on her forehead once we took them off. It stayed there collecting fuzz and Miguel fur for a couple of days.
La Casa di Gingerbread
I think we did okay for first timers... with limited supplies and limited icing. Feliz Navidad!
Jim-Jams
I realize that I don't feature myself in these photos all that often (could anyone guess why?) so I thought a little insight into our bedtime story moment might be nice for my viewers. Look at how curly their hair is after a bath! I just want to eat them up... and the clean jammies! It's just too much.
Morning Toast with Jam
Now that Weez has finally gotten over her sippy cup addiction, she has been more interested in eating and shoveling food into her mouth.
Weez
These two photos are from our holiday card collection - the ones that didn't make it to the final mailing.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
13 going on 30
These Manhattan kids know more than I do. It's really just disgusting. But Rebekah - the one in the middle - is a total gem. She still plays tennis all the time... and I was one of her very first tennis teachers! It felt good to be a part of such a beautiful family event (even if the reality of having teenagers some day made me feel ill).
By the end of this evening, I missed Ruby and Eloise so much I wanted to burst. 24 hours away from them is plenty for now. Even with an open sushi bar.
By the end of this evening, I missed Ruby and Eloise so much I wanted to burst. 24 hours away from them is plenty for now. Even with an open sushi bar.
Sick Pleasures
This is what I got to look at while I got my haircut. Heaven. Honestly - I adore my mountains and lake here an VT, and I appreciate them every day - but Manhattan just lights my fire. It's borderline absurd. And I was getting a fucking haircut! A good one at that... and then I managed to run over to Marc Jacobs where they just happened to be having a 70% off sale... and I bought 2 pairs of shoes. AAAAAAAhhhhhh.
It was just short of orgasmic. This was all after having a greasy breakfast with Ram. So I scored a cab in about 2 seconds, stressed out during the trafficky ride, and skibbled my ass onto MetroNorth - all in just enough time to get back to the hotel in Old Greenwich, slink into my icky nylons, swanky outfit, makeup and, of course, slippery new heels for the Bat Mitzvah of the century.
It was just short of orgasmic. This was all after having a greasy breakfast with Ram. So I scored a cab in about 2 seconds, stressed out during the trafficky ride, and skibbled my ass onto MetroNorth - all in just enough time to get back to the hotel in Old Greenwich, slink into my icky nylons, swanky outfit, makeup and, of course, slippery new heels for the Bat Mitzvah of the century.
SuperRamian
Ram. You never fail to get me to do the craziest fucking things. I drove 8 hours in a snowstorm to get my ass to Bedford NY - where I was greeted by an amazing dinner and good old friends - but then I returned to my hotel in the most ridiculous way and should have gotten a good night's sleep in preparation for the Bat Mitzvah ahead. But no. What did I do? I chased your International, Unavailable ass into Manhattan on Saturday morning, waaaaay too early, and was greeted by a crazy, hung-over, partied-out goofball. Your hat did look like quite the statement in combination with the skyline. And if you hadn't told me you were out until 5AM I might have thought you had taken a Benedryl for allergies or something... but I give you a huge huge gold star for pulling yourself together for me, and for scoring me a delightful sunny day haircut in the hippest of spots.
when we are cute
When we are cute, we are really really cute. When we are bad... we are almost bearable.
Family
Do we looked wiped out or what? Looking back, I'm glad this "fear of people" phase that Ru and El were in has passed. They wanted nothing to do with anyone on Thanksgiving - well, at least at the beginning. They sort of warmed up after a few hours, but by then they were exhausted and crazy. Toddlers are so amazing. One week they drive you mad, the next they impress the hell out of you. I guess this Thanksgiving I was thankful for my ability to have perspective, and I was thankful for red wine.
Tres Generaciones
Pardon the español, but the Webster men all on one couch - what a photo-op! I snapped this beautiful shot before we went to Thanksgiving dinner.
Friday, November 18, 2005
post-it child
This photo demonstrates the kind of stuff that happens when I'm not paying attention. Fortunately, I have plenty more post-it tags in an array of colors for both girls to waste when I need a second to myself. The best thing though, was how pleased Ruby was when she did this - she came over to me and said, "So pretty".
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
up the hill
i did it. i bought a new camera. and guess what? mom found the old one under a pile of crap in milton. any buyers?
this was such a spectacular day when i took this picture. love the long shadow of Ruby...
this was such a spectacular day when i took this picture. love the long shadow of Ruby...
Monday, November 07, 2005
type-oh
Just for the record, I don't spell-check any of these blogs - so forgive me for "restraunt" in the previous entry. That shit drives me crazy...
Totally in need of a camera to make any of this worth while. The girls had such a pleasant weekend, with a visit to Brattleboro and Grandpa Jim's cabin and the photo opportunities were everywhere. We played outside all Saturday and threw sticks in a stream and collected acorns while Myles chopped wood. Jim's on the lookout for some land for us to buy in the Ames Hill area near Bratt... we just missed out on 25 acres next to an orchard. Doesn't that sound completely out of character for me? Country living? Well, I just feel like it would be a good thing to have regardless of where we end up for Myles' residency - I mean, 5 years in one place and then we can settle in southern VT. HA!
It's all so bizarre right now. Thinking that far in the future excites my gag reflex, but I though I'd throw it out there so y'all can discuss.
Did I forget to mention that I stayed out 'til 2:45 AM on Thursday, followed by a 1:30 AM Friday night? Enormously helpful to be taken care of by some girl friends. I feel slightly refreshed.
Totally in need of a camera to make any of this worth while. The girls had such a pleasant weekend, with a visit to Brattleboro and Grandpa Jim's cabin and the photo opportunities were everywhere. We played outside all Saturday and threw sticks in a stream and collected acorns while Myles chopped wood. Jim's on the lookout for some land for us to buy in the Ames Hill area near Bratt... we just missed out on 25 acres next to an orchard. Doesn't that sound completely out of character for me? Country living? Well, I just feel like it would be a good thing to have regardless of where we end up for Myles' residency - I mean, 5 years in one place and then we can settle in southern VT. HA!
It's all so bizarre right now. Thinking that far in the future excites my gag reflex, but I though I'd throw it out there so y'all can discuss.
Did I forget to mention that I stayed out 'til 2:45 AM on Thursday, followed by a 1:30 AM Friday night? Enormously helpful to be taken care of by some girl friends. I feel slightly refreshed.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Bins, Designer Dish Soap, Party of One
The digital camera is officially lost. Posting photos won't really be an option for a while I guess, but I can hardly restrain my urge to plunk down a mastercard at the old BestBuy and get something really swanky. So, for those of you who don't read and just peek, I apologize. You might have to bear with me and read up on my nonsense. (I might start posting vintage Ru & El pics from, like, 2004.)
For this weeks insane entry, you get to hear all about coming back to life in Burlington. Christ. I can barely get anything done - and we are in a tiny space compared to my mom's house. Perhaps that's what contributes most to my wavering mental status and inability to avoid procrastination. Or is it Ruby and Eloise? Their sleep schedule is completely wacked out and they are waking at 5:30... only to want a morning nap at about 9 AM. I'm not dealing with it very well - but Myles is in Chicago for a night taking test (which explains my lame 9:30 Saturday night entry here... or is it the glass of vodka I just drank?) and I think I might let the girls cry a few minutes longer than usual in the morning. Hope those heater vents don't carry too much sound to our neighbors... Well, we did get to go to Muddy Waters for bagels this morning all by ourselves. Going out to restraunts with the two of them is finally do-able without an extra hand, and they love feeling grown up about the whole process. All three of us got in the bath tonight too - which was hysterical because it was a tight squeeze for me and I ended up scratching my ass on the faucet when I stood up at one point - and Ruby was all concerned about my boo boo on my bummy... but they excelled at washing my hair and Eloise keeps telling me that "Mommy's dee-wee" or - SILLY actually. Miss Weez has issues with words beginning with S. Substitute D always and you will always have a better chance understanding her.
To make up for my somewhat lame-o homecoming, I decided that reorganizing the apartment might be a good idea and I have purchased some more bins. Now I know some of you have known about the genius of BIN lifestyle for a while now - because they have been available forever, but for whatever reason I've been obsessing about the concept of faux organization. The crap in my bathroom is still there, but it just looks better because it's partially hiding in a stupid, nice looking container. I guess that's not really organization, is it? It's really just a cover up... just another bottomless junk pit filled with hairballs, gooey leaky samples of hair "products" from 1998, and some stupido hair removal kits. Regardless, the BIN inventors are cashing in on my poor excuse to clean my home. I feel special about it.
Next topic, also genius. Super delicious smelling Williams Sonoma dish soap... laughed my ass off when I saw the stuff in my mom's house this summer and wondered what the world was coming to. But when I walked into the store in the mall this weekend, I couldn't resist the "Roman Fennel" dish and hand soap! My excuse is this: I do so many fucking dishes every day, at least the annoying, tedious task can be a brief escape into the world of aromatherapy. Roman Fennel dish soap makes me smile every time I put it on a sponge or squirt it in a crusty pan. And I wash my hands obsessively too (soon to be Howard Hughes, no?) just so I can sniff my luxury item several times a day. What an excellent market to tap into: the tired, stay-at-home mom type who wants household chores to feel luxurious. Fuckin' A. Fuckin' A! (Say it with me everyone: FUKIN' AAAAY!)
And for my future entry topics? Dust bunnies, potty training, lame cooking, my lust for over-the-knee socks, the intelligence of the Ashkenazim (relative to penis size) and (please don't let me forget - EVER) sexy women who have gray hair. Let's hope for your sake - whoever you are - that I get a chance to write more frequently. And can I talk about Milton Academy grads too? Don't let me forget.
For this weeks insane entry, you get to hear all about coming back to life in Burlington. Christ. I can barely get anything done - and we are in a tiny space compared to my mom's house. Perhaps that's what contributes most to my wavering mental status and inability to avoid procrastination. Or is it Ruby and Eloise? Their sleep schedule is completely wacked out and they are waking at 5:30... only to want a morning nap at about 9 AM. I'm not dealing with it very well - but Myles is in Chicago for a night taking test (which explains my lame 9:30 Saturday night entry here... or is it the glass of vodka I just drank?) and I think I might let the girls cry a few minutes longer than usual in the morning. Hope those heater vents don't carry too much sound to our neighbors... Well, we did get to go to Muddy Waters for bagels this morning all by ourselves. Going out to restraunts with the two of them is finally do-able without an extra hand, and they love feeling grown up about the whole process. All three of us got in the bath tonight too - which was hysterical because it was a tight squeeze for me and I ended up scratching my ass on the faucet when I stood up at one point - and Ruby was all concerned about my boo boo on my bummy... but they excelled at washing my hair and Eloise keeps telling me that "Mommy's dee-wee" or - SILLY actually. Miss Weez has issues with words beginning with S. Substitute D always and you will always have a better chance understanding her.
To make up for my somewhat lame-o homecoming, I decided that reorganizing the apartment might be a good idea and I have purchased some more bins. Now I know some of you have known about the genius of BIN lifestyle for a while now - because they have been available forever, but for whatever reason I've been obsessing about the concept of faux organization. The crap in my bathroom is still there, but it just looks better because it's partially hiding in a stupid, nice looking container. I guess that's not really organization, is it? It's really just a cover up... just another bottomless junk pit filled with hairballs, gooey leaky samples of hair "products" from 1998, and some stupido hair removal kits. Regardless, the BIN inventors are cashing in on my poor excuse to clean my home. I feel special about it.
Next topic, also genius. Super delicious smelling Williams Sonoma dish soap... laughed my ass off when I saw the stuff in my mom's house this summer and wondered what the world was coming to. But when I walked into the store in the mall this weekend, I couldn't resist the "Roman Fennel" dish and hand soap! My excuse is this: I do so many fucking dishes every day, at least the annoying, tedious task can be a brief escape into the world of aromatherapy. Roman Fennel dish soap makes me smile every time I put it on a sponge or squirt it in a crusty pan. And I wash my hands obsessively too (soon to be Howard Hughes, no?) just so I can sniff my luxury item several times a day. What an excellent market to tap into: the tired, stay-at-home mom type who wants household chores to feel luxurious. Fuckin' A. Fuckin' A! (Say it with me everyone: FUKIN' AAAAY!)
And for my future entry topics? Dust bunnies, potty training, lame cooking, my lust for over-the-knee socks, the intelligence of the Ashkenazim (relative to penis size) and (please don't let me forget - EVER) sexy women who have gray hair. Let's hope for your sake - whoever you are - that I get a chance to write more frequently. And can I talk about Milton Academy grads too? Don't let me forget.
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