Things of great importance: the mint is sprouting little roots, and the orchid hs bloomed for a second time. Horticultural Society Diary was a Christmas present so much enjoyed.
Two social events in one week? Gosh.
Take 8th Avenue bus to 42nd Street in late afternoon. No cabs around at all, so hike up to Bryant Park
where lots and lots of people are relaxing and chatting and eating and taking photos.
Arrive at Andaz Hotel much in need of a drink.
Said drink is some sort of swanky cocktail with vodka and pomegantate (I think). Wonderful anyway.
Admire all the gazillion bottles of wine which are a decorative element too.
The elegant party is for fellow blogger Francisca Matteoli's new book all about retreats in splendid parts of the world like the Maldives and Kenya, and Tuscany (where Edith Wharton went to study the gardens for a book).What fun studying Tuscan gardens must be. A lovely well researched book.
Here's Francisca answering questions about it.
I emerge on to 41st Street two cocktails later to be greeted by Patience looking a bit disapproving. Oh well!
A friend brought me this cotton boll from Alabama. I think it is very beautiful though I rather doubt I would have thought so if I had to pick cotton. I digresss.
On Saturday we were helping with a stall at a flea market and I was looking round our spare apartment for stuff to get rid of.
This character, Mr Samuel Worsley, who has lived in my desk for some years, had this miniature done in 1821 . He seems to have lived in Orwell in Suffolk and looks a little like Wordsworth.
He was almost certainly married to poor Sarah ( above) who died aged 55 years. Where he looks bland beyond bland, she seems rather pinched and miserable. I cannot imagine how they came into my mother's possession unless they were relatives of some distant sort. However, I do not feel I can ditch them to the tender mercies of people who will feel even less connection to them than I do.
Item: two slightly sentimentally sweet French prints of children playing with animals. Kate Greenaway meets toile, much beloved by my grandmother.
New Yorkers are notoriously impatient. We saw one wearing a t-shirt with the title slogan above yesterday. When we lived in Italy we always loved the expression "Vengo Subito" which loosely translates as......immediately, well...when I get to it.
This dog was being very patient while his master drank his coffee, while we were being very impatient waiting to get back into our apartment after the floors were sanded and sealed.
From our exile-apartment we could spy on people lining up waiting to get into the Barney's warehouse sale.
Most of them had the brains to bring hand-held devices....
It must be rather fun to be fun fast cheap and easy.
The last two pictures are nothing to do with anything except I liked the colors.
The wall of the seminary garden on 20th Street.
We are now back home sitting round waiting for Hurricane Irene.