sarah in nyc

Normally I associate the smell of a wood fire with delightful things. I have fond memories of walking home from the Quincy Center Station on cold wintery evenings when I was in High School and smelling the lovely  homey smell of fireplaces warming homes along my cold walk home. I also associate that wonderful scent of woodfires from the special bonfires at camp. Today though, we woke up to the scent of wood smoke but it wasn't something homey or celebratory but it was the sickly smoke that has been blanketing us from the forest fires in Ontario. The air feels heavy and sickly.  The light is a heavy ochre color.   It isn't quite as bad as the it was a few years ago when the sky was orange from the smoke and it felt like the end of  days. I hope that these fires are soon quenched. I have managed to get a few more miles of ribbon embroidered. I leave you with a shot of shadow from a friend's house.

  Yesterday we went on a little adventure---to Hoboken. It's the birthplace of Frank Sinatra.  I don't know how many people would choose to make Hoboken a day trip destination but we are a sucker for old cities so off we went with our friends Alfie and Judy. One of us was in need of a nap and stretched out on the grass in Frank Sinatra Park for a nap. The rest of us watched this photoshoot with a  quinceañera and her parents. The dress was impressive. The girl's parents wrangled the dress up and down the promenade. The girl wore crocks and ankle socks under the dress. Her parents acted as stylists arranging the skirt for every shot. After naptime was done, we walked to the  Hoboken Terminal . It is a pretty fabulous building that was created when train travel wasn't just transportation but was an EVENT. I am going to pause here to complain for a moment---no, not about our lovely day in Hoboken but about the fact that Blogger has decided to make inserting images into ...

 I haven't been posting much lately. I was sick with a bad cold which lost me a week in the land of the living. So let me atone for myself by posting some pretty things. I was reorganizing some of my stash of vintage linens and pulled out a couple of pieces to share. I can't figure out the date for the pretty centerpiece below. The pale yellow is a little unusual. The combined pulled thread and wrapped embroidery  is awfully attractive. The piece is bordered with chain stitched botanical motifs. If any of you have a sense of where this piece lives historically or it's possible geographic origin I would love to hear from you. Continuing on the theme of geometric pulled thread work, I own three of these lovely linen batiste placemats. They will probably live on one of our glass fronted cabinets in the future. The lace trimmed hankie below needs a tiny bit of mending. This looks like Italian lace to me. Clearly this isn't a nose honking sort of a hankie but the sort one tu...