My first remodel is underway in my Aspen apartment: paint, electronics system, wood floors, and a closet is turning into living space. The place is a mess and its driving me nuts! No peeking until it is done!
My grandmother learned to cook from my grandfather's mother.
We all had our jobs at our family dinners: setting the table, filling the water glasses, making the veggie platter, washing the dishes, drying the dishes, but not usually cooking, and never potluck.
All year, I've been working on collecting those recipes, decifering them, scanning them and making a family cookbook of the memories. It is finally finished. I've so enjoyed this process and can't wait to get started on another photobook project full of fascinating memories.
I love Christmas Cards. One of my favorite holiday memory is my mother paying me to address our christmas cards. I have always loved handwriting, but it seemed like there were over a hundred cards to send out!
Everyday, as my father returned from work, he brought the mail in from the mailbox at the end of the driveway. My sister and I took turns opening the influx of holiday cards and announcing the sender at dinner.
My mother had handmade a felt card holder with pockets for all the cards.
In 2010, I may have recieved 5? Christmas cards, but I refuse to give up. This year, I'm broke, and have been telling myself all Thanksgiving weekend: No! No! No! Don't even go to tinyprints.com Well, Ho! Ho! Ho! I went, I loved, and I ordered. What's really cool, is that tinyprints assigns a url to the card, and recipients can go to see a slide show and your yearly letter:
It's the Saturday after Thanksgiving. I babysit at 3pm. Tomorrow, I go to the office to put together a presentation that I will be giving everyday until Dec 6th. Then I'm exhausted. Then I fly to my parents home to celebrate Christmas before Christmas. Then I fly home and work at the office during the day and babysit at night until after New Years. Then my sister visits. Should I decorate my apartment for Christmas? or just enjoy the little Snowglobe I live in?