i spent the day trying to catch up with laundry . . but also ran a few errands in soho and walked home again via raffetto's and so was inspired by proximity to pick up a box of lobster ravioli . .
which greg and i enjoyed having for dinner.
by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
next year, i'm going to have to remember to ask her where she found all these lovely decorations. she'll shake her head and say . . oh! who gave me this!
i LOVE this picture of the girls with santa (it sits on nana's coffee table at christmastime). it was taken on bleecker and west 11th streets at the marc jacobs store. for a few years each christmas he had a santa sitting in the window for children to visit. the second year i decided to have the girls go in . . just on a whim as we were passing by one day . . probably on our way home from third street. well . . santa was . . santa! he sang along with them in italian to their elephant song, and even spoke to them in greek and latin (korrina had been sharing with him the subjects she was studying). he was charming and had a special aura about him. i love that korrina is wearing the sweater she knitted. she had spent a long time working on it. i love the colors she chose. morgana is wearing the sweater i knitted for her from morehouse merino farms. (i had bought the kit impulsively while with the girls at a craft fair at lincoln center). and chanda . . well, she was always taking off her coat whenever possible!!! it was such a festive and peaceful visit. the memory is incredibly sweet.