And this from yesterday morning - today I haven't even been outside yet, though I plan to leave in a little while to go towards Union Square... I've heard the market is open, but we'll see what's still around by the time I get there.
I'm afraid this blog is getting to be terribly boring - but where's the inspiration if I'm indoors grumbling over the snow?
I'm actually in the midst of trying to figure out how I should be carving out my free time - what projects to tackle in what order, how to prioritize my multiple New Year's resolutions. I know I've mentioned these resolutions many times without getting into specifics... so now I'll spill the beans on a few of them: I'm supposed to study German every day (in advance of a family visit in May), go to Yoga twice a week, stretch daily, visit a museum once a month... and I'm also taking a break from English-language novels, and so I'm only allowed to read non-fiction (though that may include essays) and poetry. I may read novels in French or German, although trying to read anything in German meant for adults gives me a headache. It's an odd reminder of what it's like to be a little child "reading" the newspaper - I can sound out the words, but don't understand so many of them that oftentimes the meaning of a sentence is lost! So I go to my dictionary, but German words are often transformed by changes in case, and tense, and then there are these separable verbs (e.g. infinitive is anschliessen, but a sentence might read 'er schloss an'...), that often times I come up frustrated and empty handed.
And then of course there's writing...
So, that's been my January. I hope February will bring with it more energy and inspiration. In the meantime, I'm expecting to run into a reindeer or a carabou on my walk down Park Avenue...
(this last picture because I think little children are just so cute when they're bundled up in their winter gear!)
I got so stir-crazy in my apartment that I had to step out late this afternoon and walk around a little bit. I walked a short ways in Central Park, thinking about this and that, and then I suddenly realized that all around me was complete SILENCE. This is so rare in New York, and if it hadn't been for the cold I could have soaked it in for hours. But the cold was probably the reason for the silence, and my feet quickly felt like blocks of ice... so I went home, too, where I'm treated to the sounds of the little girl upstairs running, dropping things, running again... actually, I don't mind it.
I've been thinking that it's about time I try to rewrite the post that I lost that was inspired by these words by Anne Fogarty, one of those American fashion designers, like Claire Mccardell, who was very influential in her day (the 50s-60s), but who now does not enjoy household recognition.
In the 50s, Anne Fogarty was known for designing those full-skirted dresses that most people associate with fashions of that decade - the kind that's cut with yards and yards of fabric, where the waistband sits at the smallest part of the waist and that require petticoats and crinolines to make them stick out (which she also supplied). But today she's best known for her book, Wife Dressing, a fashion guide for new brides which was originally published in 1959 and came back in print in 2008. I bought Wife Dressing soon after it was reissued as a period piece, for I love mid-20th-century paraphernalia (and I'm
I obviously have been feeling a bit uninspired lately - it took me about a week to feel like myself again after coming back from vacation, and now it appears to be taking me another week to get organized and figure out how to methodically move through my day in a way that allows time for all of the different things that I want to do.
On the bright side though, I did manage to get to the farmer's market. One of the great things about Barcelona was that the food was so excellent; I arrived there longing for fruit and vegetables after three days of stumbling around exhausted and eating tapas - and my wishes were easily answered. I went several days without eating any meat at all without realizing it until later, because there were so many fresh and delicious vegetable and egg options... salads with really fresh, soft leaves and little surprises like pomegranate seeds, sprouted vegetables, a vegetable 'pie' swimming in olive oil, delicious 'tortillas,' (frittatta-like omelets), one even with thin bits of almond in it... and speaking of olive oil, I have never seen a country so liberal with the olive oil - a slim woman at a table next to us in a restaurant ordered a 'steamed vegetable platter,' which arrived with a little pitcher of olive oil, which she proceeded to pour over it for so long I kept glancing over to see if she was done yet. So I came back feeling very ready to cook again with fresh ingredients and... of course NYC in January is not the place to find a huge array of local fruits and vegetables.
Just a quick post - I haven't had much to say this week because I've been feeling under the weather since my return from Spain. Yesterday, I finally felt a bit more like myself, and I rushed downtown in the afternoon to get to the farmer's market before people closed up their stands for the day. As I walked along, i thought "I can write a blog post about what's at the market in January!"
But what was I thinking??? How could there be a farmer's market on a day that started with 10 inches of snow??
Silly silly me.
So I took a picture of the non-market from the top windows of Barnes and Noble instead.
Just a few words and pictures re: Madrid - unfortunately our time there was curtailed because of travel delays. Not only was our original flight cancelled, but the 11:00 PM flight we managed to get a seat on the next evening didn't leave New York until 5:00 AM - I have never, ever, been so jetlagged before! ANYWAY - the blur of my exhausted two days in Madrid suggested a cosmopolitan, very liveable world capital with lots of jamon, olives and wine, and an art collection to rival any other European City - we only saw two of countless museums but - all the El Greco, Velazquez, and Goya you've seen in art history text books - plus amazing examples of art from throughout Europe and the United States. You could basically spend a week in the museums alone! (The Thyssen-Bornemiza collection particularly blew me away)