When I think about all I’ve managed to get done in the past month, it makes my head spin. But yay, such a great sense of accomplishment, even if I had to let a few other things slide to get here (like fully participating in the Best of 2009 Blog Challenge, as I had planned; it ends up I’m no good at zipping off five-minute posts).
Santa brought us a fancy new camera, which I’ve slowly been learning to use, with much thanks to the camera-specfic book Santa was so thoughtful to bring along with the camera. (Turkey portrait courtesy of the fancy new camera. Through a not-necessarily-clean window. Yeah, the FNC rocks. So does Mr. Turkey.)
No, this will not turn into an all turkeys all the time blog. When something more exciting happens than turkeys peeking in the window, I’ll let you know.
So, after Santa brought the FNC, my dear husband got me a Kindle for my birthday. That has been a learning curve, too, although a much less steep one. I plan to sign up for the New York Times subscription (once I actually have time to read it), and I wish the Cleveland Plain Dealer were available that way. So far I’ve been (finally) reading Sense and Sensibility—a free download—as I ease into setting myself a book budget and get used to reading on screen. One thing I especially love: The case my husband got me for it folds back and lets me prop the Kindle up to make for easier reading without having to hold it.
I ended up with three unexpected projects over the past couple of weeks, in addition to my regulars: a book about jazz, another Weird book, and a relatively short formatting project. Jazz is done, I’m just over halfway through the Weird, and I’m squeezing the other one in over the weekend. Thankfully, the other projects on my desk have long deadlines, so I can still finish them with plenty of time to spare even if I don’t get started on them before the end of next week.
One of the nicest things to come out of these unexpected projects is finding the music of Melody Gardot. Love.
Sometime in all that, I still managed to find time to get the registration form up for my high school reunion and finish the redesign of the Cleveland Handmade site (based on a free template, but with a lot of tweaking). One of these day I still need to get to my much-neglected professional site, poor, sad thing that it is.
Oh, and I had four custom orders the last week of December/first week of January.
Whew. I’m tired now. But back to the grindstone for me.
Yeah, okay, best-laid plans and all that. I ended up with a much crazier week than anticipated, and only now am I starting to find room to breathe again. Maybe I’ll catch up on those other posts. Maybe not. So, where were we? Oh yeah, the best of 2009 — best place.
This is another one I could answer in a number of ways. I found a couple little coffee shops and restaurants this year that I like to visit when I need a change of scenery from the home office, and I always do my best thinking when I’m walking on the beach, strolling the paths at the zoo, or wandering the galleries at the art museum. But this year, “place” is all about our house.
Last month we celebrated two years here, and as much as it is still very much a work in progress (and will likely remain so on into eternity), this house is finally starting to feel like ours. When we met, John and I each had our own house; after we were engaged, I moved into his place (it was bigger) and put mine up for sale. Soon after our wedding, we began looking for a new place. One whirlwind house hunt later, here we are.
We’re in an inner-ring suburb, but our neighborhood is tucked up against the Metroparks and our lot is mostly woods, so it’s a weird little pocket of nature in the middle of the ‘burbs, complete with critters (raccoons, foxes, owls, groundhogs, deer, turkeys, etc.) and randomly falling trees. The house was built in 1967, and we are the third owners. It’s a quirky and unusual place, bigger than we need, really, but suited to our personalities and lifestyle.
The house has very few right angles, so furniture placement can be a challenge. The rooms aren’t really laid out in straight lines, either, so sometimes I still surprise myself with being able to see stuff that I don’t think I should be able to see from a given point. It’s a little Alice in Wonderland. But from every room there is a great view of the woods or the gardens, and there is room for me to have both an office and a studio.
When we got it, the colors were a little crazy (Pepto-Bismol pink, anyone?), but we’ve been slowly working our way around and neutralizing so that your gaze doesn’t stop at the shocking walls but continues as it should to the lovely outdoors. We took all the heavy and dated downstairs window treatments down, which has helped a lot, too. The biggest thing we did this year was start to remove the white (yes, white — who does that?!?!) carpeting from the downstairs rooms. We’re still undecided on what will replace it, but for now living with the cement is better than that grody carpet.
I spent a lot of time in the gardens this summer, improving the view from my office window, excavating some evil, invasive groundcover, and filling in a formerly swampy area with some dirt and a lot of deer-resistant perennials. The gardens are starting to make sense now.
While there’s still a lot to do, the house now feels like home, a comfortable space where we can just hang out and be. And that’s why it gets my vote for favorite place of 2009.
Posted: December 5th, 2009 | Author:Lori Paximadis | Filed under:art, jewelry, shows | Comments Off on Whirlwind Weekend
I’ll be catching up on my Best of 2009 posts on Monday, since I’m spending the weekend at the Laurel School Artisan Bazaar. Last night was the preview party, which went well and was a lot of fun, and I’m looking forward to the rest of the weekend.
I’m in deadline crunch today, so no great explication here, but this here post by the fabulous Havi on making a Dammit List completely rocked my world. As did many of her other posts, especially those on sovereignty and being yourself in your business.
Was it the wine and crabcakes Kristen and I shared at Hyde Park to celebrate the publication of our book? (With a prelude of margaritas, of course.) A happy celebration of a momentous occasion.
Was it the anniversary dinner with my husband at the same Hyde Park, the one where we had our second date and where we now have “our” waiter? The joy of celebrating having found just the right person to share my life with while enjoying the best steaks on the planet.
Was it the long-delayed ribs and fries on the patio overlooking the river at the Moosehead Hoof & Ladder with my old friend Nancy, one of those rare friends you can pick right up with even though you (sadly, tragically, why-do-we-let-it-go-so-long-ly) may not have seen each other for a year? Casual and comfortable, followed by even more time catching up as we walked around the town center, window shopping and admiring the gardens.
Was it the impromptu visit to L’Albatros with my husband and our friends after viewing the Gaugin exhibit at the Cleveland Museum of Art, with all that wonderful atmosphere and the mouthwatering chicken confit? An unexpected treat a bit out of character, as it’s rare for me to not have planned such a thing in advance.
Or was it last week’s dinner with my alumni club girls at Players, and that fantastic, complex macaroni and cheese with chicken and bacon? A triumph for all of us, celebrating being shut of a highly dysfunctional situation.
Hard to say. Each was a favorite moment for different reasons, but I notice now that I’ve been thinking about it that on every one of those occasions, the company was just as important as the food. (Although I like me some stellar food to go with my friends; I won’t deny that.)
I’ve been a bit challenged for material to write about here lately, so when I stumbled across Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009 Blog Challenge, I thought it was just the thing to give me a nudge. No promises that I’ll be able to chime in every single day, but I’m going to give it a try.
Today’s topic: What was your best trip in 2009?
We took only one big trip this year, which was to my cousin’s wedding in Las Vegas in May. We were happy to be there, and had a nice time, but both of us are pretty much over Vegas after having been there several times before. We’re not into nightclubs or spectacle, neither of us gambles or shops for recreation, and the party-party-party atmosphere gets old fast. The trip came in the middle of crunch time for both of us, too, so while it was good to get away for a couple of days, it was still a little stressful, even before dealing with plane travel and airports and fisticuffs in the hallway outside our hotel room at 3 a.m.
While I wouldn’t call it a trip per se, we took a wonderful drive back in October on a Sunday afternoon to see the changing leaves. We’ve both had a completely crazy busy year with work projects and other stuff, and it was nice to take a few hours on a sunny afternoon and just get out into the world, away from the computers and the papers, and take it all in. I’d have to say that that nontrip was the best trip of 2009.
Yeah, I’m still working on the entry about how much I love my iPhone. It’s taken off in a direction of its own however, and it will not be rushed. I’ll get to it eventually.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It’s about the company and the food, without the crazy consumer pressure of Christmas. We had a nice, low-key Thanksgiving yesterday at Mom’s. We hosted the whole extended family gang here last year, which was fun, but we just couldn’t do it this year, what with the mid-renovation state of the house.
Considering how friendly I’ve become with the wild turkeys that wander about our neighborhood, I thought I’d have a very difficult time this year feasting on the bird. I didn’t. I enjoyed my share last night, then had some again this morning with my bacon and toast. I saved the stuffing for lunch.
I’ve got another couple of crazy weekends in front of me. Tomorrow is the Summer Market — for the Holidays at Bar Symon in Avon Lake. Next Friday through Sunday is the Laurel School Artisan Bazaar. The first is a holiday incarnation of my favorite show each year, and the second is a great show that I’ll be doing for the first time. I have high hopes for both.
I’m most of the way through composing a new post about my fun new techno toy (“toy” being tongue-in-cheek, because this little iPhone just might be the greatest thing to hit my desk in the last dozen years or so), but I wanted to give the WordPress app a whirl since I had a moment to spare while I’m between tasks today. So, if all goes well, here’s a picture of the last of the fall leaves.
I’m giving away a custom stamped and domed sterling silver pendant in this week’s Cleveland Handmade giveaway. Just visit the Cleveland Handmade website for information on how to enter.
Six yards of mulch was delivered on Monday; after four hours Monday afternoon, five hours Tuesday afternoon, and five hours yesterday, it’s all been placed where needed. In truth, I could have used another yard or two for some other spots. But I’m done with mulch for the year.
The leaves have been glorious this week, but today they’re coming down so thick and fast, it’s almost like a blizzard. I’m wondering if there will be any left on the trees at the end of the weekend.
I had a great group for my etching class on Wednesday night. I love it when my students can relax and have fun with each other.
Two more days to iPhone. Two more days to iPhone. Two more days to iPhone.
Thanksgiving might be a little difficult for me this year.
I took a little break from a book I’m working on to take some photos of the changing leaves for a friend who lives in Hawaii but misses the fall colors on the mainland. (The colors are just spectacular in the rain.) I was working my way around the back of the house when I turned the corner and found my turkey friends in the herb garden, snacking on some worms or bugs or something in the freshly turned soil. I was almost on top of them before I noticed them (see how they’ve got that sneaky dirt-colored camouflage thing happening?), and one of them actually started to approach me. I snapped a few pictures, then switched to the movie setting and followed them around the yard for a few moments. You can hear the low sounds they make in the video, something between a gurgle and a bark.
They weren’t quite sure what to make of the fence; the other end of the fence by the gazebo isn’t quite so low to the ground, and they’re able to easily duck underneath down there. And it occurs to me with Halloween approaching that the clip of them near the playhouse might make a good horror film — the scale makes them look ten feet tall.
The herb garden is right up against the kitchen window, which now that I think about it explains the mysterious knocks I’ve heard a couple times today when there’s been no one at the door. At the last office job I had, the turkeys would come right up to the window and peck at their reflections, and it sounded like someone knocking. Mystery solved.
In other news, I have a nice stream of projects coming in, a good mix of scholarly and fun, light and bring-on-the-machetes, quick and long term. I really am a project person; I thrive on being able to work on something and then put it away as done. I don’t do so well in environments where you have to do the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Or I have to work really hard to find some way to make each iteration different somehow.
I had a great time with the Cloth•Paper•Scissors Studio Tour last weekend. I visited every one of the stops on the tour and found something interesting or cool or beautiful or inspiring or otherwise worth my time at every one. And I found some intriguing new blogs in the process, too. (If you didn’t get a chance to take my studio tour, it’s the October 2, 2009, entry.)
And speaking of new blogs, Chris of Copper Leaf Studios is doing a wonderful job with her new-ish blog. She has such a wonderful sense of humor and writing style, and her personality shines right through. Give her a visit if you haven’t yet.
Santa brought us a fancy new camera, which I’ve slowly been learning to use, with much thanks to the camera-specfic book Santa was so thoughtful to bring along with the camera. (Turkey portrait courtesy of the fancy new camera. Through a not-necessarily-clean window. Yeah, the FNC rocks. So does Mr. Turkey.)
