Category Archives: New York City

Less than a week


In less than a week, I will be “home” again for Christmas. Seeing my aunts and uncles, and cousins, eating way too much food, playing board games and laughing till my sides hurt. It always reminds me of Christmases spent similarly growing up, and if feel extremely grateful that the tradition carries forward, including new generations of children (those of my cousins)

What do you look forward to this time of year?


Most days I love technology


but some days I hate it. I’m sure everyone can relate, right? I got home from NYC on October 23rd, fairly late at night (11:30 ish). I’m 32 and married. I’m hardly ever out at that time. Long gone are the days when I would go out dancing with friends and arrive home to watch the sun rise.

There was almost an hour delay to even leave the ground from LaGuardia Airport, so that meant delays everywhere, even though my flight only arrived, if I am remembering correctly, 20 minutes late. (I choose not to think of the pilots as speeding, and instead pressing the red button on the airplane that says “warp speed!”,  hey, don’t burst my bubble.) Because airport food is not healthy and expensive, and not really ever filling, I was ravenous by the time I arrived home. My family (a loving husband, and a dog and two cats) were all thrilled I was home and each respectively looking for cuddles and I was just like my dog is most of the time “food? food? where is the food?” I ate, loved up my family and then went to bed.  The 24th was a wash, I guess you could call it jet lag from all the excitement I had in New York. I spent most of the day sleeping and bonding with my bed (it missed me!) and doing laundry.  There is nothing that says a vacation has ended more clearly then emptying out all of your luggage.  The experience is usually bittersweet for me, but it was actually fun, because I got to look at all the loot I brought home! I bought a second spinning wheel, a fair bit of lovely yarn, and some other stuff, and I also made two meditation cushions!  I was all set to set it up, photograph it, and blog about it and then a little more than a week ago, our home internet went down. It was down for almost a week! (read: 6 days). We all know how much it stinks to be without power. You realize all the things you wish you could do, but can’t, without it. I’ll watch tv. No you won’t (that’s the power talking). I’ll play on my computer. No you won’t. I’ll open the fridge and contemplate all of my food choices. Not if you want any of the food in your fridge to have a chance at staying edible. Try having an electric stove! Good luck preparing food that you don’t need to heat up in some way, sucka! (that’s the stove talking, in case you were wondering). That was one of the things I had to adjust to when I moved here. The electric stove business. Standard in most homes (houses, apartments, etc) in New York City is a gas stove. They are beautiful things. You can cook food over varying degrees of warmth. Food cooks pretty fast if you want it to, and food cooks evenly too. And yes,you can even cook when your power goes out, provided you very carefully light the pilot light again. Electric stoves on the other hand, in my opinion, are of Satan’s creation. They have two temperatures: “barely hot” and “i’ll melt your pan and burn your food”. With enough patience, you can tame the beast, unless you have no power, in which case, no such luck.

Not having internet at home is quite similar, in that you realize all the things you wish you could do, but can’t. For example, when your internet provider is receiving a higher than usual call volume, and then tell you that you can e-mail them for tech support. D’oh. I would’ve emailed if I had internet l, and if I had internet, there wouldn’t have been anything to e-mail them about! (you get bonus points if you can follow along with my jack sparrow logic right there.)

Still following? I will post pictures of my loot from NYC soon (hopefully tomorrow). So when November came into the picture,  I was seduced by Nanowrimo. For those of you who do not know what Nanowrimo is, it’s fabulous! it stands for NAtional NOvel WRIting MOnth. It’s free to join, and there is no prize, and ultimately it’s a whole bunch of nutty people who have this insane idea that they will each write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. Last year, I got bored somewhere around 27,000 words, and just couldn’t bring myself to write anymore. I hated my characters and wanted to delight in killing them off, one by one, but it wasn’t that kind of story.the story this year is a blend of genres, sci-fi, horror/adventure, dystopian society/post-apocalyptic world, more on that another day. This year, because of the whole having-to-fight-daily-with-my-internet provider, I fell behind. I am however determined to catch up again. In writing my book, and also, in writing blog posts, friends.

In the time without internet, I managed to get a lot of things done. Cooking, cleaning, (some) writing. and even some knitting. Since my internet has been back, I want to hugs it, and loves it, aaand and, well, anyone who has been without internet at home, understands the excitement once service is restored. It’s like a happy child on Christmas morning!

It’s kind of weird to think that in my lifetime thus far, the internet was a)created from nothing (I’m convinced some wizard magic is at play here) and b) holds more information (admittedly, some true, some bogus) that it would take several lifetimes to sift through. When I’m bored with food, I go to the trusty internet to look up new and exciting recipes. When I have pretty new yarn and need a pattern, to the internet I go! Seeing as I live in Canada (which according to Robin Williams is the loft above the party), it is also how I keep in touch with old friends and distant family. It is also a great tool of procrastination, as I have spent many hours on pinterest, tumblr and other social media sites, stumbleupon, youtube, and yes, even to look at pictures of cats, funny things, and all sorts of fails. In this regard, the internet can be a giant black hole of time suck. I can’t be the only one who says “hey, I’ll go on the internet for an hour and research {fill in the blank} and then goes oh my gosh how is it 2 am?” Although I can’t say I’m complaining. I am a night owl, through and through. I have always been that way.

Funny how the internet and technology has both simplified and complicated our lives.  I have been searching the internet far and wide for a while now, looking for a blog-reader since when I bookmark blogs, I  look at them for a while, and then, sadly, that’s where the link love goes to die. So, a blog reader, I am hoping, will allow me to look at all of the blogs I want to read up on, without having a “blogs I follow” list on here that is a mile and a half long. I tried a few apps and either didn’t find their interface user-friendly, they didn’t work properly or they just weren’t laid out in such a way I could see myself happily using them regularly. Then, very recently, I discovered Bloglovin’. Simple design. Easy to use. Free. I’m sold. I will still at some point, list a blog roll on here, but if you too have been looking for a blog reader, check out Bloglovin’. I haven’t received any compensation for plugging them. I am just sharing the love for an app.

aaand, that’s all folks, (till manana) peace out!


Safe and sound



this was the view I had out of my window from above the clouds on my flight home last night. once upon a time, when I became enamoured with the original sims game, I saw design elements that were a part of the game everywhere, and inspiration for buildings to create in game in nearly as many places. Maybe it’s because I have Fiber on my brain, likely due to the upcoming NYS Sheep & Wool Festival in Rhinebeck, this weekend, but I couldn’t help but see a blanket of rippling texture that looked alot like a larger-than-life version of the pebbling that can happen while wet felting. I took a few photos, hoping to further preserve the moment after I watched in awe, which will hopefully serve as inspiration for a weaving or felting project in the future.

I’ve never been to the Sheep & Wool Festival here in Ny, or to one anywhere else, and to say that I am really looking forward to the experience is an understatement. I am a native New Yorker, and New Yorkers are fans of having choices for everything, as it is a way of life in a big city. the NYS Sheep and Wool Festival is one of the largest festivals of its kind in the United States, and I read somewhere earlier today that this weekend they are expecting 30,000-40,000 visitors. Go big or go home, I think is an appropriate statement for the festival I choose to attend , considering that the Twist Fibre Festival happens right in my backyard. Sure, I am likely to pick up a few pretties at the festival, and even more likely to ooh and ah over even more things, and it is even possible I may drool over a thing or two, but I am also looking forward to the experience, being among kindred spirits with a passion for Fiber art. For any creative person, it is always fabulous to be surrounded by other people who share the same fire and can inspire each other to even higher levels of greatness.

Rhinebeck also holds nostalgic value for me because the festival is held at the Dutchess County Fairgrounds, which is where in August every year, a fair is held. There are rides, and a midway, but also a wide array of vendors who sell crafts and handmade goods, there is a petting zoo area, and many competitions for pies and other prepared foods as well as ribbon- winning vegetables from farms quite far and wide. We (my parents and I) went every year when I was a kid. I went with my childhood best friend, I went with my cousin who growing up was more like a sister, and also shared this great experience with some other cousins. I have been to other fairs, and to be frank, they never quite measure up. At some point I’d really like to share the experience with my husband, and at some other point even further off, I’d like to share in the joy of this fair with our future children.


Just a few moments after I took the photos where we were above the clouds, the seatbelt light came on, and we were instructed to prepare for landing. I snapped the above photo just before we were told to turn off electronic devices. I grew up in NYC and lived the first 25 years of my life here before moving to Canada, and it is kind of amazing to me how different this city feels since I moved away. I am not sure exactly what I was seeing out my window, until just before we landed and manhattan skyline came into view, but I do experience a wide mix of emotions as the amount of lights visible from the air increases and I know the city is close. Those feelings increase once I am on the ground.


It is very weird to feel like a tourist in the city where you grew up and at the same time feel like you never really left. I guess you can take the girl out of NYC, but never really take the NYC out of the girl. People who knew me before I moved across the border, have told me that I have maintained my no bs attitude since moving to Canada seven years ago, sticking up for myself where it is warranted, instead of that aspect of my personality being replaced by a more passive-aggressive approach that I have been told is a common approach for residents of Ottawa. I do think that there is some truth to the idea that New Yorkers can be very blunt and tell it like it is. There are other things I seem to forget when a lot of time has passed since I’ve been back home. I am reminded nearly instantly after getting off the plane, bombarded with an intense variety of sights, sounds and smells that are filtered through me at a much faster pace here in the city that never sleeps, than I have become accustomed to in a much slower paced way of life in Ottawa. I usually adjust fairly well within a day or two to this, but i sometimes wonder how I ever lived here. I love the wide variety of opportunities available in New York, but Ottawa is more my speed, for sure. I do love to come home and visit, because it keeps me in the moment, I notice things I don’t always notice because we get used to things we are consistently exposed to and am reminded to not take things for granted. For example, in Ottawa, we live in a fairly quiet environment, off of the road, so we are sheltered from noise related to passing traffic. This morning, I was woke up by multiple cars honking at one another, because my parents live on the corner of a busy intersection in Queens. In the coming days, when I make a trip “into the city” (that’s how the queens kids lovingly refer to the island of manhattan), I will still have a pretty good sense of direction, and be able to keep up with the masses. Even if I may no longer sound like a New Yorker, I still have the drivers license that proves I am (atleast partially at heart) a New Yorker.

We would like to begin pre-boarding flight number. . . .



The airport is one of my favorite places. I can do without what feels like hours of waiting to board a flight. I love the airport because it is a place of happiness. Sure, there may be some tears involved, if you are parting ways from a loved one, or reuniting after a time apart. I feel blessed to share in these moments of tenderness. Last winter, I saw a proposal. Today, I wait anxiously to go home. . .