Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Readying for His Closeup

Possum has been grouchy lately. He's annoyed because it will be Lion's first Christmas with us and so he'll probably be the star of our Christmas card, an honor that usually falls to the newest members of the family. (But not always: Possum was the star again last year since his competition unanimously refused to wear spectacles.)

Every year the cats try to find original poses and ideas. (Not Wendy.) Harris is excellent at modeling. He's on his third Christmas, however, and has already grown bored with the operation. He's waiting for the holiday decorations to appear before he invests any energy.

We're all dying to know if Toffee is going to try to eat all the decorations again this year. Last year, he chewed at least five plastic light bulbs off our tree. While it was lit.  (I have no idea how we're going to work around his proclivities this year; this keeps me awake at night. Please send suggestions.)

Possum cares deeply about being our Cover Cat. He's has been practicing dramatic poses, knowing his fluffy torse is irresistible. He also knows that Lion never lies on his back (for reasons unknown). So he has this look all to himself. I can imagine a row of sparkly bows marching down that vast expanse of belly. Now there's an idea...

Monday, November 24, 2014

Big & Sparkly

We found ourselves at the Home for Oversize Ornaments the other day, aka the Prudential Center:

They reminded me more of fancy beetle shells — or small, rococco VW Beetles — than Christmas ornaments.

Naturally, I wanted one.

Who makes stuff like this? These are gorgeous, beautifully crafted, and surely very expensive. Maybe the same companies that make Broadway and Hollywood stage sets do this on the side for all the malls and department stores. Or maybe there's an Acme Giant Xmas Ball Corp. out there. It has to be a seasonal business: malls don't go overboard with decorations at any time but Christmas.

And then the malls have to store all this stuff for most of the year. It's impractical. If I had a mall, I'd rent live reindeer and elves to wander around. It would be much simpler. Maybe I'd get some inflatable Santas, too. And there'd be a giant gingerbread house, which everyone could eat on January 2.

The more you look at these, the creepier they seem. They are disconcertingly big. Is this what happens when a box of Shiny-Brites takes steroids or non-human growth hormone?

Here they look like they've gotten organized, and are about to roll down the corridor to take over the streets of Back Bay:

I still want one.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

Late Postcards from Toronto: Royal Ontario Museum

The Royal Ontario Museum was across the street from our hotel. It's Canada's largest museum, dedicated to both human civilization and the natural world. In 2007, it acquired this glass-and-aluminum addition courtesy of Daniel Libeskind. To me, it protrudes like a faceted tumor from the face of the original early-20th-century building, a stately structure in pale brick.

The Canadians held a little surprise parade for us the afternoon we left. So thoughtful.

At night there's a light show, in the colors you see here, and gray:

Inside there's still some Beaux-Art embellishment:

But mostly there are things like bats:

This was a simple bat display, but you can also go for a walk in a dark and creepy cave full of fake bats stirring about and making bat racket. I was unmoved, having been in real places like that for extremely short periods in the past. But, on Sunday mornings, the ROM is packed with families, and the little kids around me were not so blasé.

A happy little stuffed bat on a fake tropical flower, possibly carnivorous.

There are also dinosaur skeletons and fossils, exhibitions about biodiversity and exploring Space, art and artifacts from many world cultures past and present, including ancient Egypt, Mesopotamia, Asia, Canada's Native Americans, and so on. 

I was mostly in the mood for the taxidermy aspect of natural history during my visit:

Eventually, I came across far too many insects for my taste, too:

It's quite a collection, taken all together, and a superb educational resource. If I ever go back to Toronto, I will visit the Gardiner Museum of Ceramic Art, across the street, and the Art Gallery of Ontario. But first I will need to be fortified with fish & chips. More on that later.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Last Days of the Farmer's Market

Yesterday was the last Friday farmer's market at Copley, and the last one for the year will be on Tuesday. Everyone is bundled up now, but feeling cold anyway. It gets dark early, so they set up lights so shoppers can see what's for sale. It's mostly about apples, root vegetables, and squash by late November, but no one is slacking.

Someone created an artistic arrangement of cranberries and Brussels sprouts:

I plan to get a lot on Tuesday: leeks, fancy potatoes, sprouts, and maybe some yellow carrots for roasting. There are greenhouse tomatoes but they don't attract me. (Someone had a few pints of yellow cherry tomatoes but they looked woebegone.) Iggy's focaccia freezes well, as do their raisin-walnut loaves, if there's room in our breadbox-sized freezer.

It's also time to try some of the baked goods I have virtuously avoided since the spring. I will skip the whoopie pies (in exotic flavors) in favor of pumpkin cake squares with cream-cheese frosting.

And maybe a fudge brownie or two. This will have to last us until May, which seems very far away.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Pinterest Goes to Pot

I continue to waste a ridiculous amount of time on Pinterest. I consider it a form of visual therapy. I also think of it as a scrapbook for people who shouldn't be allowed to have scissors or glue sticks. It's relaxing and fun, and I discover beautiful, interesting, or funny things every time I visit.

My main Pinterest page usually looks like this:

I have more than 16,000 pins (and that's not an outrageous number), neatly organized onto 52 labeled "boards" or categories — because there just isn't any way to do it sloppily. You have to put everything somewhere; you can't just make a big, messy pile and leave it lying around.... 

Actually, you can. You can add a million haphazard things to your "Likes" page. But those aren't really "pins," they're just "likes." You didn't commit to anything. And every single on of them is still going to be perfectly aligned in a grid, as the page above.

So imagine my consternation when I visited my Pinterest page tonight, and got this:

It looked like Pinterest had switched to using my own favorite organization technique: pile everything in a big stack and, when it starts tipping over a lot, transfer it to an attractive shopping bag you can put on the floor, or hide. This is the virtual version of a messy heap of stuff on my desk.

Pinterest reverted to its previous method a few minutes later. I'm also sticking with mine.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Rest for the Wicked

I went out for a couple of hours yesterday and came home to find Possum, Harris, and Toffee in the kitchen, walking around in tea leaves. Harris — I know it was him, I know his habits, and I am beginning to be able to read his mind — had knocked a metal Teavana tin off the counter and somehow pulled the stopper out of it. The stopper is metal, too, and tight, requiring some effort to remove. I have no idea how he did it. Maybe it opened on impact but I doubt it.

Fortunately, the tea was rooibos, which I know is herbal and caffeine-free. Caffeine is toxic for cats, so we store our loose tea in a cabinet. But I was planning to make iced tea yesterday. I still panicked; who knew what other toxins might be in the stuff? Shooing the cats out of the kitchen wasn't easy; they were really interested in the tea and it was also suppertime. The vacuum cleaner finally did the trick, and made Lion almost miss his supper.

I called our vet after I finished cleaning up the mess, just to make sure. The receptionist tried to make me call Animal Poison Control ($65/call) but I persisted. As I suspected, my vet knew all about the tea and said it was safe.

And, indeed, all was well. I didn't want to drink that stuff anyway.

Meanwhile, our little vandal looks more innocent than ever, napping in a kittenish pose that shows off his foot fluff and pink and black paw pads. All of his toe pads are pink and all of his foot pads are black. With Harris, it's all about the details, and he doesn't miss a one. He doesn't like foreign bodies on his counters and so he sends them over the edge.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Current Craving: Sparkly Shoes

Check out these Jewelled Flats from Boden's holiday line. Some women say they are the prettiest flats they've ever seen. The rhinestones and crystals are said to look much better in person. Very ornate, dressy shoes inevitably come with towering heels, so these are actually remarkable for their practicality. Strange as that seems.

When I first saw them, I thought they were way over the top, but they've been growing on me, after seeing reviews and photos on other blogs. In other photos and on real feet, they look less gaudy and just, well, fabulous.

Don't all little girls fantasize about having shoes like these when they grow up? I certainly did. And here they finally are.

I think I'd like the gold ones best, especially since they look more subdued and less "gold" in person.

The black ones might be more versatile, although I can't exactly call them a "basic" flat. You could wear either pair with a cashmere sweater and the right pair of dark jeans or black pants for an elegant — but effortless — look. (Making dressing well look easy is a good goal to shoot for. Just look at French women, who keep things simple and never appear like they're trying too hard.)

The navy flats are also gorgeous, but who wears navy when they're dressing up? These might only work with jeans for many women. 

I should have ordered some when Boden was having its recent promotion with 25 percent off and free shipping and returns. They're $198, so a big purchase for me, especially as I have absolutely nowhere to wear them and probably never will. (They might also hurt like hell; reviews are mixed on that. Many women need to size up in these.)

I blew my chance. It would have been fun to play Cinderella in my living room for an hour. If Boden has another promotion with free back-and-forth, and if my size is still in stock, I will take the plunge... and then take photos and report. 

Meanwhile, let me know what you think. Shoes as art? Could they sit on a shelf?

UPDATE: I found a coupon for 25 percent off and free forth-and-back, so I ordered three pairs, two gold (in two sizes) and one black. "Life is short — buy the shoes," as they say. If you want some of your own, here's the code: HG83541G

SECOND UPDATE: I went nuts and bought the navy ones, too. My husband predict they will all be "torture devices" since I have fussy feet and he's probably right. My bank account hopes so.

Monday, November 17, 2014

Recent Whatever

I don't often see our cats (or any cats) in this position. It looks weird, precarious, and uncomfortable. But that's Toffee. He's not like other cats. He eats Christmas lights when they're plugged in.

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Postcards from Toronto: The Distillery District

One of my favorite discoveries — worth the miles of damp, chilly walking it took me to get there — was Toronto's Distillery District — "the largest and best-preserved collection of Victorian industrial architecture in North America." After a long history of whiskey making, and then a long stint as the second-largest film location outside of Hollywood, the area is now a very hip, destination with about 80 galleries, shops, restaurants, performance spaces, and studios. There are no cars (just some Segways) so it was ideal for a long, interesting ramble.

It's a huge complex but it must be crowded with visitors in warm weather.

I could see why it was so popular as a movie set. 

Those are locks. Lovers in Toronto are so much more orderly than lovers in Paris.

This was a beautiful little tea and jam shop. 

A chocolate factory and restaurant. You can watch them grinding the cacao nibs.

 Toronto has attractive dogs as well as black squirrels. This one was hostile and yappy, though.

This 12-year-old mixed-breed was adorable and her owner was very nice 
about letting her pose for photos.

Sculpture in a gallery.

I was drawn to this artist's huge portrait's of children.

I saw three wedding parties taking photos in spite of the cold and the rain. 
This one is posing in front of the huge, unlit Christmas tree.

Yes, she's wearing a fur stole — and rocking it. 

These bridesmaids are all wearing the same dress, just wrapped different ways. 
They were having quite a good time — not minding the cold at all.

A beautiful French bakery and brasserie. 
Yes, I definitely would go back to the Distillery District.