Let’s Look At Some Pictures of Rhinebeck, Shall We?
October 31, 2012
First, a brief update on ME. We are fine, thank you to everybody who has asked after us. Our lights flickered but never failed. From inside a 12th-floor apartment, it did not seem like a particularly bad storm–not a lot of noise but a terrible sense of pressure against the windows– but we knew what was happening, and it happened. I have not ventured out of our relatively unscathed Upper West Side neighborhood yet. I’m thrilled to hear that even a small part of the subway will be running as soon as tomorrow. I’m a jumble of emotions about the state of our city and region, the terrible damage to both individuals and infrastructure. I’m trying to help out. Mostly by letting people use my electricity and hot water, but hoping to find something more to do as local organizations issue calls for volunteers. For now, please join me in giving money and blood to the Red Cross if you can.
Next up: let’s escape to the very recent past, the most crystalline Rhinebeck day I’ve yet experienced. Just go ahead and wallow in the Rhinebecky-becky-beckistan of it all. Wish you’d been there. Truly the calm before the storm.
Gale Zucker at work at her fantastic photo booth, complete with “Falling Leaves Snow Globe Filter.” (Actually, people who make photo apps: that would be a good one.)
Gale’s cowl-splendent niece/assistant Ariana.
Fashion-Forecaster-Friend Amanda from London had arrived in New York just the night before, and was standing in front of her hotel at 8 a.m. on Sunday morning, hell-bent for Rhinebeck. Here Amanda models my very own Allegheny dress. (Gale’s photo will be much better, I promise.)
A figure-flattering shot of Gale and me with my beloved Fussy Cuts adaptation. (File under: Old Gals Who Are Still Killin’ It.)
Amanda was sucked in by the magnetic power of Heavens to Betsy’s rug hooking booth. I have been accused of spreading my own rug hooking passion but I assure you that Amanda got to the booth before I did, and jumped in with both feet and a glint in her eye. Here, she takes a lesson from Betsy before buying oh, a couple of small kits. Nothing to concern anyone. Nobody’s business if she do.
Welcome to our planet. Stephen West is our leader This year was all about shawls. I could have taken 100 pictures like this.
Into each Rhinebeck, some bizarre-o must fall. This year, I could not look away from these wine glass cozies with handy neck strap. So, you know, you can tell your wineglass from everybody else’s because IT IS HANGING FROM YOUR NECK AND SLOSHING ALL OVER YOUR SHIRT. File under Just Because You Can Doesn’t Mean You Should. (I’ve made many contributions to that file. I’m not hating, I’m just saying.)
A thing I wished to buy but didn’t. I think it is called a Charkha. A beautiful object. It reminds me of a Technics turntable, in a good way.
Spinning recruiters were everywhere.
Sheep butt plus quilt. I did not have time to wait for the sheep to turn around.
Cabled hoodie of the day. Name that pattern.
Taking advantage of the atmosphere for a photo of my Mitered Squares Blanket.
It was glorious. Good to bank those perfect days. Love to everybody who is suffering the effects of Sandy. Remember: Red Cross. Money. Blood.