I am literally up to my eyeballs with trying to get things made right now to satisfy deadlines but I wanted to let you know of an event coming up at the end of next week that I am very excited about.
I’m super excited because it’s in my hometown, Easton, MD, and it’s at my sister’s art gallery, Trippe-Hilderbrandt Gallery. Please go visit her website and see the terrific lineup of artists, in several mediums, that she represents. She’s a very talented photographer as well and her work is on display, too.
I was born and raised on the bucolic Eastern Shore of Maryland and I am thrilled beyond belief to be going home for a couple of days. I’m so looking forward to seeing family and old friends that I have not seen in ages. And I get to show off my work. How great is that?
If you live in the DC, Baltimore, Annapolis area, it’s a pretty short drive to Easton.
I will be there Friday evening December 1, for First Friday, from 5-8 PM and Saturday, December 2, from 11-6. There is a LOT going on in town that weekend, including the Christmas parade (!). I hope I will see you there!
I’m currently working on a new wreath that I will name “Christmas Candy.”
When I was a little girl, my grandmother used to have a bowl full of the most beautiful candy on her coffee table at Christmas. Do you remember ribbon candy? Anyway, I got to thinking about that and decided to make a wreath with that idea in mind.
This is how I got started but I’m actually much further along with it now. It’s very, very festive!
I will be bringing it to the above-mentioned Trunk Show.
Last but not least, I would like to wish each of you a very Happy Thanksgiving. I have many, many things to be grateful for, including you.
A year ago, we had Thanksgiving in the hospital. Followed by Christmas, and then New Year’s. It jokingly became known as the “Holiday Trifecta” between us and the team at UVA.
Many of you remember that we had Thanksgiving in the hospital at the University of Virginia because just a couple of weeks before, Patrick had had a liver/kidney transplant.
The week before that, I had lost my mother.
There’s no real describing the enormity of those two momentous life events, especially when they come at you with such lightning speed. Still, we had much to be thankful for last Thanksgiving. And small as our celebration was, it was, in fact, very much a celebration.
Fast forward to now, one year and five more hospitalizations later. We are home this time and most thankful for that. But we are also just plain grateful that there is a “we” and not just an “I” who are celebrating Thanksgiving this year. It might not have turned out this way.
Recently, though, as things seem to have become a bit more stable and less fraught on the health front, I’ve felt my thoughts turning more towards my mother. Because in life you must focus your priorities on the living, I never really was able to grieve my mom. Lately, however, I find myself suddenly gripped with her loss at unexpected moments. Those moments pass – and believe me they are as physical a moment as they are emotional – but I suspect the next few months may be kind of rocky. The beautiful thing, though, is that while I do miss her dearly, I can’t in all truth be sorry for her. She had lived a long (just shy of 94 years), happy life. She bore the loss of her husband of 60 years bravely for over 4 years. But she was ready to leave us.
I’m very, very lucky to have had her for so long and I count my blessings every day that I had two amazing parents.
So, getting back to Thanksgiving, I thought of this picture (above) and the most marvelous memories just came flooding back. Memories of the Thanksgivings of my childhood and youth. Every year, we went “next door” (we lived in the country, on a family farm) to our grandmother’s for a family get together and a feast of Dickensian proportions. It would be us (4), my grandmother (she was my dad’s mom – my grandfather died just before I was born), my Aunt Marnie, and a handful of delightful older cousins (elderly Cousin Mary and her daughters, the Fletcher sisters). Sometimes “Uncle” Rowland, another relative, would join us, too. It was a spirited and fascinating group. After we had feasted near to bursting from a groaning board of culinary delights, we would hoist ourselves up from the table for a postprandial walk down the lane so we would not collapse into a tryptophan stupor before our annual intensely competitive game of “Guggenheim”(you might call it Categories).
Anyway, this photo was taken in the early 1970s, actually I think it was probably in 1973, my senior year in college. That’s my mother on the left, my sister in the middle, and me on the right. We were just heading off for our Thanksgiving walk when our cousin, Mary Fletcher, snapped this.
Of all the characters we were blessed to have with us on those Thanksgivings so long ago, my sister and I are the only ones left. But the memories are so vivid that it’s impossible to be sad. Instead, I know just how lucky I am to have had them and the folks who peopled them in my life.
So today, Thanksgiving Day 2016, I’m especially grateful for my many blessings. I hope you are feeling thankful on this day, too.
I leave you with this lovely prayer:
God of all blessings,
source of all life,
giver of all grace:
We thank you for the gift of life:
for the breath
that sustains life,
for the food of this earth
that nurtures life,
for the love of family and friends
without which there would be no life.
We thank you for the mystery of creation:
for the beauty
that the eye can see,
for the joy
that the ear may hear,
for the unknown
that we cannot behold filling the universe with wonder,
for the expanse of space
that draws us beyond the definitions of our selves.
We thank you for setting us in communities:
who nurture our becoming,
who love us by choice,
for companions at work,
who share our burdens and daily tasks,
who welcome us into their midst,
for people from other lands
who call us to grow in understanding,
who lighten our moments with delight,
for the unborn,
who offer us hope for the future.
We thank you for this day:
and one more day to love,
and one more day to work for justice and peace,
and one more person to love
and by whom be loved,
for your grace
and one more experience of your presence,
for your promise:
to be with us,
to be our God,
and to give salvation.
For these, and all blessings,
we give you thanks, eternal, loving God
I always try to remember to ask someone who has just purchased a Glittermoon Vintage Christmas wreath or topiary to send me a picture of it once it is in its new home. So imagine my delight when Felicia from New York City emailed me this:
Isn’t it fabulous? I absolutely love her decorating scheme. It is wildly different from the way my own house looks but I think her home is wonderful. All that pink! That huge parrot on the wall sends me. Well, truth be told, everything in the picture sends me.
And that’s “Ice Dance” hanging on her door. I love that she used a pale pink satin ribbon to hang it.
Felicia bought “Ice Dance” from my Etsy shop earlier this fall. When I asked her how she found it, here was her surprising and amusing – to me anyway – response: “I found you when I was searching glitter and christmas cards at google ! I like etsy but I can never find anything on there !”
I think she chose perfectly, don’t you?
In case, you have forgotten, this is “Ice Dance”:
So, from “glitter” and “Christmas cards” she stumbled upon Ice Dance. Isn’t the internet amazing? It still boggles my mind.
And another thing that blows my mind is how people from all over the world (!) pop in and look at this blog. So, today, I’ve had visitors from Macedonia, Uruguay, Mexico, Canada, Sweden, Czech Republic, Ireland, Great Britain, South Africa, and the good old USA. That’s just so far. It absolutely amazes me.
I returned to Richmond earlier this evening from a quick trip home (my roots) to visit my mom and family for Thanksgiving. It was a really lovely, low-key time. I hope that you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving, too.
Black Friday came and went and I stayed home with my mom. It was so much more pleasant than fighting those crowds (even though I am from a small town on the Eastern Shore of Maryland). I put up a card table and while she had the TV on, I sat and packaged cards and made magnets for my show this coming week in Tarrytown. I got all caught up on Bonanza, Emergency, Dragnet, and all those other shows from my early years. It was great. Christmas shopping can wait.
I hope that you all had a warm and wonderful Thanksgiving, too. I have many things to be grateful for in my life, including you – my cyber friends. Thanks so much for letting me into your homes.
PS – If you have a Glittermoon Vintage Christmas piece of your own, I would dearly love to see it in your home, too. Email me a photo to firstname.lastname@example.org. Thanks!