As described by the Beekman Boys here. Sometimes a Sunday morning in December needs to be a little quieter, without all the words.
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December
2012
December
2012
Car Hearts
Every now and then I am quietly reminded of how humans are, for the most part, good – and it is in our nature to be kind to each other, or at least to live and let live. And sometimes, when it snows just before Christmas – in these few weeks when the snow is welcome and new – we simply burst with love and can’t help but try to share it, even in the middle of night when no one else is around.
December
2012
A Victorian Virgin
For my very first Troy Victorian Stroll, I opted for this simple grey top hat – a bit of millinery that I had previously only worn to Price Chopper (talk about a waste). It found a quick happy home in our pal Peter’s wonderful abode. Fueled by a Bloody Mary, a marvelous atmosphere, and some of the finest people I’ve met in some time, I had a lovely time. It will hopefully be the start of a new tradition (if we’re lucky enough to be invited again – I did behave!) It was so inviting and friendly, and his beautiful place was decked out so magnificently, we didn’t see the need to do much more beyond that, though next year we’ll definitely explore a little more. Seeing friends like Peter is one of the main reasons I love this time of the year so much.
December
2012
There’s Always Tomorrow
In an effort to stave off burn-out from burning the candle at both ends, I am taking it easy tonight with a showing of ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer’. All of those holiday classics take me back to R.J. McNulty School, to the day before Christmas vacation. We were ushered into the cafeteria where we would sit down for a viewing of holiday films – the stop-motion animated ones, the religious ones (before the holidays went all non-denominational), the silly ones and the serious ones – and it was our final celebratory time together before vacation. On those days I was always torn – thrilled at the prospect of getting out of school, but suddenly slightly dismayed at the prospect of leaving my school mates – those who had become friends over such formative years.
The films played on an ancient projector, and every once in a while one would need to be taped back together, the break a chance to talk and gossip and wait for some rowdy kid to be sent back to class. We had memorized them all by sixth grade, but even as we were on the cusp of becoming too cool and jaded for such childishness, we embraced their sentimentality – and for our last year in grade school I think we all clung a little tighter to that day of holiday fare. I distinctly remember being near the back of the large room with my class, a couple of the boys sitting on the tables in front of the wall, our legs swinging over the edge, and looking at the dim sea of kids and faces that would never be all together in that room again, watching these Christmas movies for the final time. I felt at once separate and a part of something – a feeling that’s occurred too-few times since then. As mean and bitchy as I was, even back then, I still recognized the import of that moment, the fleetingness of it, and I already mourned how quickly it was coming to an end. We were saying good-bye to our childhoods. The songs of Christmas, on that day at McNulty School, changed into songs of sadness for me ~ ‘Silent Night’, ‘The First Noel’, ‘O Holy Night’ ~ songs that signified a simpler time, a happier time, a time that was over.
When I went away to college, many years after the sixth grade, I thought of going back to McNulty, of slipping into the cafeteria and seeing if they still played those films. I never did, but every year when I see ‘Rudolph’ on television, I think back to those days, and it makes me both sad that they are gone, and glad that they once were.
December
2012
Driving With My Brother
Sometimes you don’t need words to tell a story. Sometimes an expression, or a lack-there-of, is enough. Here is a trio of photos that encapsulates a trip with my brother at the wheel. It says more than I could ever put into words.
December
2012
December
2012
Eat My Heart Out
You’re out on the streets looking good, and baby,
Deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain’t right,
Never never never never never never never hear me when I cry at night.
Baby, I cry all the time!
And each time I tell myself that I, well I can’t stand the pain,
But when you hold me in your arms, I’ll sing it once again.
I’ll say come on, come on, come on, come on, yeah take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, (come on…)
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, yeah.
Well, you know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good…
December
2012
The Holiday Card 2012 ~ A Christmas Massacre
Without further ado, I present both sides of this year’s Holiday Photo Card. Eat Your Holiday Heart Out…
December
2012
There Will Be Blood
Tomorrow morning marks the big reveal of this year’s holiday photo card, and, just to take the edge off, here’s a little titillating tease that is actually much worse than the actual card itself. For the first time, it’s a double-sided photo, which means there are two pics for your viewing pleasure, or displeasure as the case may be. In a 180 from last year’s too-cute-for-words sweetness, 2012 may be the scariest card I’ve ever done. For that reason alone, I love it. (As for the blood on the paper version that was sent out to my closest friends, relax – it’s not real. But the knife is…)
December
2012
December
2012
Christmas Magic
November
2012
Brotherly Bonding in Boston
This weekend my brother is joining me for some time in Boston – starting with a bit of holiday shopping at the outlets, and then some quieter time just taking in the sights and sounds of Boston as it gears up for the season. It comes just in the nick of time – I’ve got to get out of dodge before my holiday card officially hits the internet… tomorrow at midnight. Yes, you must stay tuned for that… it is not to be missed.
November
2012
My Big Fur Muff (Unseen), With Wings ~ The Holiday Card 2009
At this point in the parade of holiday photo cards, I can admit that I was getting a little lazy, and in 2009 I could barely muster the effort to come up with anything other than a sneak peek at an upcoming project. This one was all about the wings, no more and no less. And the mop of hair, which I don’t usually keep that long. Ho-ho-hum.
November
2012
Topped by a Top Hat
Though I’ll be in Boston this weekend, there are two very important Victorian Holiday Celebrations going on that you should definitely attend if you’re in the upstate NY area. The first is the Sharon Springs Victorian Holiday Celebration started by those industrious Beekman Boys two years ago, taking place on Saturday, December 1, 2012. This looks like it will be a grand event, from the costumes to the food to the Bloody Mary cocktails and several live performances. There is even a special Beekman 1802 Cancellation Stamp being offered at the post office for those who want their Holiday Cards to have a little extra pizzazz (I didn’t dare think to subject the postal workers to my cards – not sure how accustomed they would be to blood on the envelopes…)
The second event is the Troy Victorian Stroll, which marks its 30th anniversary this year. Set to take place on Sunday, December 2, from 11 AM to 5 PM, it will feature musicians, magicians, dancers, refreshments, rides and crafts. This is always a great day judging by the photos of past strolls, and Troy has the historic buildings and architecture to make it even more authentic. Next year I am determined to make it to one of these, as the opportunities to take out my gray top hat seem to be getting fewer and further between. (The folks at Price Chopper will just never get used to it.)
November
2012
Holiday Pause
Last year around this time I made a trip to Boston in which I did a day or two of holiday shopping – not to actually find many gifts, but just to enjoy the season in Boston. Setting aside the time to simply walk and wander, to take in the holiday displays, enjoying a cocktail or two, and spending moments with a few of my closest friends made it more fun than the harried, rushed, and stressed out holiday shoppers for whom finding gifts was only a tedious chore. It’s a practice I put into play at various times during the season, whenever I need to be reminded of the meaning of Christmas. Whether it’s taking an extra five minutes at lunch to watch the Christmas trees going up, or sitting down in the middle of the mall while the whirlwind of frenzied activity swirls around you, it’s good to stop and let the craziness flow by. It’s not about the gifts and the excitement, but of slowing down and realizing what we already have. The pause is what’s important, the time to be still is what matters.































