Saturday, February 28, 2015
Take a bow, Sir. The crowd around Starry Night was huge and this fellow had to keep stepping in to make sure no-one got too close. There was zero chance he was going to be able to stand in the corner with is arms crossed and doze.
Yep, that's the crowd. And yet, other gems in this same room were resolutely unregarded. I tried to give them equal time because I am weird like that. It was no great hardship looking at them.
MoMA on a Friday night is a people watching paradise. Art students, tourists, and lots of couples on dates. I wish I had carted my second lense halfway around the world so I could sneak a few more photos of the couples and groups there. They were all beautiful.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Presumably everyone got their phones out when they entered the store because it was way too cold outside to take off their gloves to use them. Of course, it could also be the free wifi (which seems to be everywhere) and the amazing connectedness of New Yorkers. Everywhere we went people were looking at their phones (maybe I am being very old fashioned complaining about phone use at the table) or chatting to people through their earbud/mic sets. It was weird at first seeing all these people walking around talking to themselves. I quickly realised that most of them were having phone conversations. However, some people really were talking to themselves. Bless them. Being homeless or mentally ill over an NYC winter must be tough.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
We spent most of our time indoors exploring the museums, art galleries and shops and didn't feel too limited by the weather. It was an adventure for us Sydneysiders to have snow falling and ice piled up on the footpaths and we only had to deal with it for a week. I feel for those of you who do this for months on end. My sister lived in Boston for 14 years and coped perfectly well - hats off to you Aunty B!
Most of the snow, ice and slush was greyish brown, grotty and smelled pretty ordinary but walking from the Columbus Circle subway station to The Frick across Central Park was amazing. The freshly fallen snow was white, fluffy and glittered like diamond dust in the sunshine. G built a snow bird on a shrub and danced around with delight singing 'do you want to build a snowman' with Aunty S.
The weather forecaster has described the sunshine as merely decorative and he wasn't wrong. It was very strange to see sunshine but not feel it. Very strange indeed.
Monday, February 23, 2015
G and I got home on Sunday from a very big adventure - 10 days in New York City. We traveled with Aunty S and had a truly amazing time. I understand why so many people fall in love with this city. We saw so much and yet there was still so much to see and do and eat. I like to think I'll get back there one day to see some of the things we missed this time.
We've only been back for a day and half and things are already a little crazy. It is hard to hold onto that holiday feeling. I am going to share some photos over the coming days in an effort to keep the holiday bliss alive and to remind myself that it really did happen.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
She sits high on a shelf and looks down over all the chaos and noise. She is kind of hard to see up there but every now and then I catch sight of her looking down on our crazy and I smile.
Figurines are not usually my thing (lladro must be spanish for creepy dustcatcher don't you think?) but this one was a present from my Nan and she was pretty special. The Great Nanna is what my kids called her, always including the definite article, and we still refer to her that way when we talk about her.
We talk about her quite a lot even though it has been almost 7 years since she passed away, She features in a lot of our family stories, we hear her in some of the things my mum says and we see her in lots of funny little ways. One of my sisters and I were laughing a few weeks ago about how much the littlest Duckling looks like The Great Nan when she walks, waddling around on her skinny little legs. And if, for some reason, I haven't thought about her for a while she is brought to mind every time I see this little figure up high on the shelf.
Labels: the great-nan
Friday, February 20, 2015
Saturday, February 07, 2015
Mr Duyvken's Oma made a cross stitch birth announcement for each of her grandchildren. It is a lovely tradition that I was keen to continue with our children but I don't have the patience (or the eyesight) for cross stitch and my enthusiasm petered out after 2 children.
G and J both have a mama-made cross stitch in their rooms but C has one I bought already finished and I simply added her name and birth date before having it framed. I have been looking in Vinnie's and second hand shops over the years but hadn't seen anything I liked and then I remembered etsy.
There are so many people out there making beautiful things. I found some lovely pieces and bought 2 - 1 for JW and 1 for the littlest duckling. The hydrangeas above came from an etsy seller in Scotland called Kathstitch. It is exquisite.
Thursday, February 05, 2015