Sunday, November 10, 2013

Ornaments

Not a lot of words today. Just a photo of my friend S. in one of her favorite holiday ornament stores. I stood by the door and tried not to knock anything over. Every square inch of space was in use to display artistic and one-of-a-kind pieces, many of them glass. Some were breathtaking, some were downright strange. Yesterday was another good wander with women. And now I am refusing to get dressed in outdoor clothes and instead plan to dive into the 2012 presidential campaign recap Double Down and ignore the world outside my door. In the living room, my husband and son are ornamenting the couches in front of the TV, both of them perfectly happy watching Giants football. The sky has turned brooding after a brilliantly clear morning that my son caught at brunch with a friend. "He's meeting a female friend?" I asked my husband. "What do you think?" he said. "It's brunch." That comment might say more about my husband than it does about who my son might be meeting. I didn't pry. I am learning.



16 comments:

  1. What an amazing store! I have a friend who buys antique spun glass German antique Christmas ornaments on eBay. She often has a Christmas tree up in her house all year round. Christmas ornaments are just pure happy, aren't they?

    Glad you and your guys are having a nice cozy Sunday, my friend. :)

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    1. ellen, most of these ornaments were spun glass, too, but there were also a fair number of objects rescued from estate sales, like that vaguely macabre red chandelier. And there were so many pieces that were just plain wacky in a wonderful way. Nice to see you, dear friend, and welcome home!

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  2. That store- my Lord! Would it kill me or thrill me?
    And your husband is completely correct- brunch is not what young men generally get together for to catch up, is it? No need to pry. If things get more brunchy, you will know. If not- why waste the energy either worrying or not-worrying? Trust me.

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    1. Ms Moon, it would do both! And I always trust you. And as it turns out my husband was right.

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  3. What a great shot! So vibrant and wacky.
    Learning not to pry....I don't call it that, I call it curiosity but I too am learning to curb it. It's a tricky dance we do with our grown children. It feels like I'm getting to know my daughter all over again, this new grown version.

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    1. Yolie, it can be a beautiful tricky dance some days, this getting to know our grown children, and other days, well, just tricky. Love.

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  4. Love this photo. We used to have a place like this in Seattle. There was a violin shop downstairs so it was always a double-fun visit. We'd go every year and buy one ornament most of them hand blown from Germany where they do Christmas in a big way. I miss them something fierce and this post brought back memories as happy and warm as fresh cooked bread.
    xo

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    1. Ms Radish, I am glad this post brought a rush of happy. Your evoking fresh cooked bread has now done the same for me! You' d love the ornaments in that store. Some of them reminded me of the photos you post sometimes on your header! xo

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    1. Rebecca, me too. i have no tolerance for the unknown, unfortunately.

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  6. Fantastic photo!

    And I loved the man commentary.

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    1. Elizabeth, the man commentary, so on point sometimes. This time, he was. xo

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  7. there used to be an exquisite ornament store in the west village--matt mcghee's--that was a Christmas tradition to visit. i loved it.
    and i'm a total pryer--i always ask my son. he either tells me or he gives me the look.

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    1. Susan, how well I know "the look." My daughter tells me much more than my son, but if I don't pry, he'll eventually share more. As Yolie says above, a tricky dance. Love.

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  8. That photo captures my very favorite thing about New York. The marvels! The city is packed with them.

    My children are at a stage where I can pry but they are unable to properly express. And I suppose that, by the time they can say it all, prying will no longer be welcome. Your husband's comment made me smile. He's got it right, I think.

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    1. Vesuvius, yes, I think he did get it right, despite my trying to be politically correct. And that store really was a marvel!

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