We’re Home! We got home Friday night. I woke up this morning to an almost-full snow moon peeking through the bare branches of the tree outside our bedroom window. The house is quiet, the streets are deserted, I’m back to my morning routine of ball throwing for Jack, tummy rubbing for Girl, and tea with stretching exercises. Mrs. Miniver was on TV this morning (giving good reason to cry hysterically, one of my favorite things to do any time of day, as long as it’s only a movie!); tea kettle is steaming, heater’s humming. I think the house is happy to have us back, but probably not as happy as we are! Going away is wonderful, but coming home is even better!
Especially when your house has critters in it. I couldn’t wait to get in the door! Hugs and a belly rub for Girl Kitty; her curiosity forced her to stick around and watch us for a while, but then, because she’s eleven years old and set in her ways, up the stairs she goes, back to her spot on our bed. My little beloved Jackie Boy, now almost six months old, follows me everywhere I go. He is here right now, in my studio as I’m typing, curled up under the lamp on my art table. I can’t keep my hands off him; I pick him up, roll him around, all furry and soft; he stretches full length, arching his back and putting his front paws above his head, purring the whole time, trusting me. Such a little doll. Isn’t that mustache amazing? He still picks up the ball in his mouth and brings it back to me when I throw it! He somersaults across the floor at least three times when he pounces on the ball; you can always tell where he is because there’s a bell in the ball. I don’t get much done; I write one sentence; I hear the jingle of the ball drop at my feet; I stop, throw it; it bounces off the back of the sofa, he jumps four feet in the air to catch it; he drops and rolls with it, because he is a drama king. I type another half of a sentence, he is back, the ball rolls at my feet, jingling. Ask not for whom the bell tolls . . . I get nothing done. I take Joe his tea at 7 am and I also take him Jack! I wrap his strong little kitten body around my neck like a fox fur and up the stairs we go.
I’ve been unpacking, doing our travel laundry — is there anything better than being buried in warm laundry on a chilly Saturday afternoon while watching an old movie? I’ll ask Joe. He says, “no there’s not!” He was so cozy in there, I had to go get the camera.
Joe had gone downtown to the PO earlier, to collect the mail — in the pile was my December Friends of Gladys Taber Newsletter — late because it was forwarded to me by Kellee from my Studio in California; but anytime it comes is OK with me! I just love this newsletter; I made a cup of tea and sat down to read it, while Joe wallowed on the sofa in the clean laundry. The perfect couple camaraderie for people celebrating their 25th anniversary (the real day is tomorrow)! ♥
This might be the best issue of all from the Friends of Gladys Taber! Full of Gladys’ Butternut Wisdom and comfort-food recipes from her kitchen: old-fashioned baked beans and ham pie. I knew they were including my recipe for Butternut Bisque in one of their newsletters, but I didn’t know which one; plus I’d forgotten all about it, so it was a thrill and a surprise when I turned the page and there it was! In case you’re new to my blog and haven’t heard about one of my favorite authors, Gladys Taber, you can click on her name and read more about her (and get her Newsletter for yourself!). And in case you’d like the recipe for Butternut Bisque, which is delicious and nutritious and a very good place to use some of that fabulous Chicken Stock you’ve been making, here it is:
BTW, this recipe came from my first book, Heart of the Home, which was written before I’d heard of immersion hand blenders! These hand-held blenders go right into the pan and make things so much easier; no more “pureeing the soup in batches!”
Here are a few more New York pictures — from our last day . . . with some Breakfast at Tiffany’s MUSICA . . .
Because, I thought I would take you window shopping on Madison Avenue.
Without it, our trip wouldn’t be complete! It was our last morning in the city, we went for coffee at a wonderful French bakery, Le Pain Quotidien, on Lexington and 64th; we had big bowls of Café Au Lait–I had oatmeal with berries and Joe had poached eggs on toast; then we walked a couple of blocks over to Madison Avenue to take photos. I couldn’t bring you to New York without showing you some fashion! That just wouldn’t right!
I simply HAD to have those yellow shoes! Ha ha. Did you believe me? No, I know, you’re way too smart for that! 🙂
Walking down Madison Avenue is like walking through the pages of Vogue Magazine. There are reflections from the street in all of these windows; some of the photos almost look like double exposures!
I actually like this outfit quite a lot.
Pretty. But not my color. You have to be a winter to really wear pure white well!
Lots of this bright green, in fact, lots of color! These stores have names like Michael Kors, Jil Sander, Yves St. Laurent, Ralph Lauren, Valentino, Georgio Armani, and Chanel. I don’t shop here, it’s really not my lifestyle, I’m more of the jammies all day long type of person, but I LOVE to look!
Here’s another pair of shoes I’m sure mean nothing but comfort for the foot! The color specialists at Pantone say this orange is THE color of the season. It’s on everything. The good news is that when we see more color introduced in fashion it’s traditionally meant that the economy is on its way UP! So this is good, no matter how we feel about Tangerine!
Purses, scarves, perfume and jewelry.
I think Cleopatra wore shoes just like this!
Cutie bow in the back of this dress. (BTW, Those are windows from across the street reflected in the fur stole, not a pattern!) What real people in the street were wearing was even more interesting to me! New York street style, at least this week, was leggings and boots, some with dresses, some with tunics, all with coats and scarves. Such cute boots: short, furry, and buckled; tall or mid-calf; heels or flat; dressy or casual. For young and old.
The neighborhood is just beautiful; these are two churches next to each other.
Lots of brownstones, change of paint and door style, and voila, it’s a different house.
New York is a big city, but it has a human scale, too; lots of wonderful little neighborhoods, even pigeons feel at home making their mark in New York.
So we packed the car, took one last trip through SoHo . . . and drove back the way we came, through Connecticut, Rhode Island, and Massachusetts, in time to have clam chowder in front of the fire at one of our favorite places in Falmouth (the Nimrod) and catch the 7 pm boat back to Martha’s Vineyard and home.
As we were coming in, Joe took this picture standing on the front of the boat on the freight deck; the ferry is moving into the slip where it will dock so the vehicles can drive off onto the island.
From a block away, down our dark street, we could see the twinkle lights in the upstairs window of our house; we still have a little tree there. It was our Kitty Babysitter’s way of saying welcome home. ♥
It’s lovely to go out and run around in the world for a while; wonderful to see the sights! I love to travel, but I especially love to come home to purring kitties, warm laundry with an old movie, a dinner of blueberry pancakes with maple syrup, our very own bed, and a cup of tea to drink with a snail mail letter. Throw in a little armchair window shopping and/or Superbowl watching, and you have it all; the simple joys of home. ♥ Have a wonderful day girlfriends! Hope you enjoyed New York!!!