Mr. Gadget and I are still on dry land but treading water. Our cruise has been postponed twice, and it now looks quite possible we'll be departing on Friday. The cruise port in Brooklyn is flooded and will be closed through the weekend. Princess is trying to arrange for a berth in Manhattan and we should know something soon.
We have been extremely lucky to have only lost power for a couple of hours yesterday morning. We are well inland from the coast. If you've been watching the news you've probably seen the devastation at Breezy Point, NY with so many homes burned to the ground. Mr. Gadget's parents lived there for many years, and we have fond memories of spending time there when our kids were young. Their home was a small beach bungalow...as many were and are still....that they winterized and lived in year-round. No matter how many family members came to town, there were never too many for my mother-in-law to cook for and feed at her long picnic table in the dining room/hallway, and to somehow find sleeping places for. The current owner has done some remodeling, but has resisted the wave of scraping and McMansioning. It looks much the same as it always has and, fortunately, it has been spared.
Meanwhile, I've been working on stuff.
A new morning lady. She has an expression that says it all: "Where the h@!#* is my coffee?"
And a couple of paper mache santa head ornaments that I made with some leftover pulp. Not great, but there is potential.
So now we'll play more of the waiting game to see what's in store for the week ahead. And no matter what it is, we'll count our lucky stars and be grateful.
Thought I would post a quick one before we lose power. The weatherman says we should be having the heaviest winds starting in a couple of hours and continuing through the night.
We feel fairly well prepared, especially since we now have a generator. And thankfully, it's not January.
We haven't had word on our cruise, but the cruise line (Princess) advises they should know by the end of today and will let everyone know. Thankfully, again, we don't have to fly into town. Some have had to cancel, or hope the airports will be open and flights will be operating early Wed. Our only concerns are whether the ship can return to NYC on time (it's now in Boston) and how flooded the roads will be enroute to the pier.
Meanwhile, there is lots of light in the Treehouse and I have handwork projects, plus many books to read.
I'll try to post from the cruise (I'm thinking positive), but if you don't see me for a while you'll know I'm out there having some sort of a water-related adventure.
Today I did some painting on my paper mache Santa. First, a coat of burnt umber.
I really have no idea what I'm doing. I'm flying by the seat of my pants to use an old cliche. Next, I add the colors.
Santa still needs lots of work, but I'm fairly pleased with how he's turning out. I'm not happy with the bag color, so I'll change that. And the fur around his hat and on his coat needs to be a little darker to distinguish it from his beard.
I'm also working on a couple of paper mache Santa head ornaments. They are hanging in the pantry closet to dry. The great thing about ornaments is the little hanger on top. They can be hung up to dry all over at the same time. Does that make sense? Rather than having to turn them like a piece of meat on the grill. These are just an experiment....kinda like most things I do.
So I think I mentioned that Mr. Gadget and I have a cruise coming up. We are planning to leave from NYC next Wednesday (Halloween) for the Caribbean. There's just one little detail that concerns us: the hurricane. The 4-day cruise to Bermuda ahead of ours on the same ship has had an itinerary change, but so far the cruise line hasn't decided where they'll go. Maybe Canada, or maybe a cruise to nowhere....where you just float around for a few days.
In our case, we may be delayed--like we were last year on this same cruise---when it snowed. So much for October being a great month to travel. Luckily, we don't have to fly into town for this trip like many do, so we should be ok. But it sure would be nice if this ended up being the typical big weather hype that ends in nothing much. The Weather Channel has to provide plenty of drama and suspense so they can compete with shows like Dancing with the Stars and The World Series. We'd be happy if they declared The Sandy Show a dud---like a bad sitcom--and canceled it for the season.
Sunday was a perfect day for a trip to Rhinebeck ...so unlike that day a few years ago when the cold and drizzle made us wish we had taken every hand-knitted item from our closets and drawers.
Being at a fiber festival is always a great opportunity for people-watching....many of whom wear interesting outfits nicely accessorized with colorful hand-knitwear.
Some even provided inspiration for future dollmaking.
Such a sensible nun she was....wearing smart and stylish hiking boots to match her habit.....but no knitwear that I could see.
The fiber was plentiful and colorful, but the buildings were crowded and dark, so I got pictures of the next best thing. The eateries.
These sights, but mostly the aromas, made us hungry so we stopped for lunch. Then we shopped, or should I say "browsed," and one of our threesome bought a pair of knitting needles. None of us bought yarn. At 2 o'clock we headed for the exit....with nary a bag of fiber to stash in the trunk. This was a first. I'm not sure we still qualify as real knitters. If there were knitting police they might have demanded that we surrender our licenses.....or worse...issued a warrant for our arrest for bad knitterly behavior.
I have no pictures for this little ditty of a story I'm going to tell, so here are some unrelated ones of my current dolls-in-progress. You don't mind, do you?
I'm a coffee drinker, but Mr. Gadget insists on drinking tea. He has one of those electric kettles that boils his tea water on-the-quick. He's a man who hates to wait.
In recent days the kettle has begun to sing. It's not supposed to do that. It's not a pleasant sound. It has also taken to leaking, so once the puddle has cooled it must be wiped up.
"I think it's time to toss the ol' kettle and get a new one," I suggested to him just this morning. "You know, when I get to the age where I'm singing and leaking you'll know it's time to put me in the home."
So I must confess, I've been sewing instead of blogging lately. I'm whipping up a few things for the Christmas craft show at the old hotel. The organizer of the show, a nice lady named Georganne, must know I'm a sucker for compliments.
"I want you to sew, sew, sew," she told me. "It just wouldn't be a great show without your characters!" In fact, she said I could even deliver a few last-minute guys on the first day of the show. So I decided I'd make a hundred or so. Well, maybe not. I'll try for an even dozen. But I won't be sewing tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm going here with my knitting buddies. Please don't tell Georganne.
Santa will be ready for painting soon, but first he needs a bag o' toys. He'll be holding that in his right hand. Again, I resisted taxing my EK's (elderly knees) and so the perspective is a bit off. Maybe I should just use a higher shelf....duh....
Today I drove up to the old hotel...and what a beautiful day it was with the sun out and the colors in full bloom.....to retrieve my unsold items and a big check....well, I was hoping. It turned out to be a nice sum...about what I usually do. Unfortunately, my paper mache items didn't sell. Maybe I had the prices too high and that put people off. Those items are more labor-intensive than the cloth dolls, so I priced accordingly.
So the paper mache santa pictured above will be the only one I do for the Christmas show, and I'll step up production on the cloth dolls. I like to think I'm a smart businesswoman; I understand supply and demand. Just don't ask me about stock options, pork barrels or hedge funds.
I get a little tired of making the same old dolls, but I do have fun changing them up now and then. I have another morning lady in the works. Remember the last one?
I found some flannel with a martini-glass print, so she'll have some jazzy jammies, and some neon green slippers with jewels of some sort.
I still haven't decided about the gray-or-no-gray issue, but I'm leaning strongly toward the gray. I decided to mention it to Mr. Gadget, since he was looking down on me from his 6-foot height and noticing the roots. He wasn't too receptive at first, but he softened...probably because he knows how I am when I'm in the throes of chipmunking.
He started separating strands of my hair--not unlike a chimpanzee grooming his significant other--and discovered it wasn't all gray, but rather salt-and-peppery. I told him I would do a little research to see what my options might be for helping me through the awkward months. I guess I could get some of that Halloween spray-on color--maybe something in a purple or hot pink. Do you think I could get away with that till Easter?
Big City Girl was visiting over the weekend and Saturday we went to the old hotel craft show to check on how I was doing....and to see if all of my stuff had flown out the door. That is a common bird-like phrase familiar to crafters who sell their work, and one that has a nice, melodious ring to it.
Since it was early on Saturday, and it was a 3-day show running through Monday, my stuff was pretty much still there, or a least as nearly as I could tell.
So, of course, I assumed that nothing was going to sell and nobody would like my paper mache items and everyone was tired of seeing my same old dolls and I would soon be retiring from this crazy crafting business.
But on Sunday I received an email from someone who had purchased a couple of my dolls. I had decided this year to put my email address on my tags...something I haven't done before. The buyer was delighted with his purchases and had gone back for more--only to find that they had fledged. Did I have more, he wanted to know, stashed away at home or in my studio? My studio! Boy, how artsy-fartzy is that!
I wrote back to say that no, I didn't have any more dolls in my usually-vast inventory, but that I would be making more for the Christmas show and I would have more to offer then.
And I signed off and hurried right up to the Treehouse to see how fast I could crank up production. So, the crazy crafting business is alive and well and I'm happy to have something to crow about.
Sometimes when I'm toodling around town I come across something that makes me say, "You'd never see that in California." Yesterday on the way to my knitting group I had to brake for turkeys. You'd think when they noticed a car bearing down they might quicken their steps. But no. They were like a gaggle of teenagers with attitude.
So, the Paper Mache Santa Project is moving along nicely. I've added a layer of newspaper, and now I have to decide on the arm positions before adding more paper. Later, while I'm wrist-deep in goo, I'll ruminate on the pros and cons of a decision I have to make in the very near future. Before Oct. 23 to be exact. That's the date of my next hair color appointment.
Should I, or should I not, go gray? I'm so tired of the bother of keeping one step ahead of the roots. I'm tired of not being happy with the color I end up with. Actually, I'm not too unhappy with what I have now, but I'm unwilling to go through the torture of having it done again (multiple scalp stabbings with a crochet hook.)
Is this a good time to do it? There is never a good time, I'm convinced. Will I look older? Probably, but I've been noticing gray-haired ladies lately and some look darn good. I wonder if I could wear a hat all winter? Shave my head? Get a wig? Hibernate like a bear? Or just ignore all those who look askance.
Now that I think about it, hibernating sounds like a good choice. That will save me from having to make two difficult decisions....the hair color one, and the one where I have to decide on which turkey, I mean presidential candidate, to vote for on November 6.
The Paper Mache Santa Project is underway.
I know they're unrecognizable at this stage, but soon they will come to life--filled with Christmas spirit and hopefully no mold. I used a dollar-store vase for the one on the left, and a Costco olive oil bottle for the other. No need to spend money when the recycle bin is handy. That's one of the great things about paper mache. If you forget to take the empty bottles and the old newspapers out to the curb, you've got craft supplies at a great price.
So you know how Mr. Gadget and I love to cruise. I've probably mentioned it before... Since we usually go with the same cruise line, we accumulate frequent cruiser points that enable us to have certain perks. And it just so happens that after our next cruise (on Halloween to the Caribbean) we will have reached the top of the ladder, so to speak. Visualize a short ladder with 4 rungs. We're presently on number 3.
One day I got to thinking. I seemed to remember taking a couple of cruises long ago, before Mr. G and I were married, on this same cruise line. So feeling rather silly, and a little bit greedy, I called their 800 number. Would they consider, I asked, adding those cruises to my permanent record, even though it was back in prehistoric times? After some consideration, they said they would.
So with a great deal of glee, I informed Mr. G that on our upcoming cruise I would be up on rung #4 while he would have to dangle on rung #3. This means that he will be in the sorry state of having to observe me as I enjoy free laundry service, priority boarding on the tenders to shore, and a stock of free booze in the mini fridge.
Well. As you might imagine, he wasn't too happy to hear that. So after listening to him whine for an hour, or maybe a day, I told him I would take pity on him and share some of my free booze. I'd even be willing to attempt to sneak him on the tenders as my date. But I informed him in no uncertain terms that I intended to draw the line at the laundry service. It wouldn't be pleasant if stories got around the ship about the weird lady on Dolphin deck who wears boxer shorts.
