It damn near killed me, going on a week-long ramble through the beauties of New York and New England with a self-imposed strict ban on social media.
Friends, I can’t not post all these pix. We saw so much, had such a dreamlike time in our rented car and loose itinerary. Here, in no good order, are things I wanted to save, savor, share, and wonder about.
In New York
A tapestry I keep thinking about. At the Cloisters.
David and the skeeriest devil ever at the bottom of that painting.
The High Line at night. Spectacular. And empty.
At Shelburne Farms, Vermont
An excellent fireplace. Almost big enough.
Livin’ the dream.
Tawny brown Jersey cows. Knittable.
Tawny brown hay rolls. Likewise knittable.
Plumbing fixture, on point.
Bookshelf. File away this colorway for a blanket.
Lake Champlain, with decorative Adirondacks to sit upon and gaze upon.
Here’s your needlepoint chart for this.
Crafty lifestyles of the super loaded.
And the Ticonderoga, asail forever at Shelburne Museum.
Between Burlington and Boston
The garden at the inn that gave me Marsh Lily fever.
We imagined Great-Aunt Margaret during our stay here. Surely there was a Great-Aunt Margaret here.
Name that yarn store. Yes, I bought yarn. (Dream in Color Bluefaced Leicester/Cashmere/Silk, color Rain Cloud. Dreamy!)
Spotted in the wild, Rutland, Vermont.
A distressed surface? Quick—get me a handknit. (That’s the third rectangle of knitting bringing great joy these days: Jade Sapphire cashmere, Nesting Wrap pattern.)
Easel Sweater No. 1 was a constant companion. A wool sweater in July seemed like a bad idea until . . . it was cool and wonderful.
Look! Real Estate Insomnia came to life! In Cambridge, we strolled past the Joseph Thorp House, the mansion of my insomniac dreams.
Now, back home, I’m lingering over the hospitality of my SILs Liz and Tiff at their camp on the lake.
And treasuring this kind of thing like a ruby ring.
Thank you for indulging me. Now I have all these pix in one handy place I can endlessly revisit.