The first week of the new year always zips by. I'm in awe of how fast time passes these days. I hope it's not too late to chime in with my goals for the new year.
*Have guests over once a month. (At the very least it forces me to clean up, ha).
*Visit a museum or gallery at least once a month (this is why I wanted to move to a large cultural city in the first place!)
*Get down to business with my finances! Less credit, more savings. (I'm the kind of person who can only save if the money disappears from my account into a place that is very difficult to access.)
*Bake one new recipe a month, then give most of the results away. (after taste testing, of course.)
*Continue going to the gym with Jim, we've got a good routine going.
*Shoot more photos.
*Read one book a month.
*Shut off the computer one night a week.
*Be the first to call friends to get together.
*Release my first sweater pattern. Then release at least one more.
*Grow a balcony garden come spring.
I hope everyone had a lovely holiday and that your new year is well on its way to being a wonderful one.
My song for ringing in the new year.
George Whitman, the owner of Shakespeare and Co. bookstore in Paris, died last week. I've long been a faraway fan of his bookstore and the ideals it encapsulates. Though I have yet to visit his store (now run by his daughter Sylvia Whitman), I have written about it here.
His obituary in the New York Times is beautiful and there's an interview with Sylvia, here, on CBC's As It Happens (part two).
(as it turns out, Cinema L'Amour is a cinema of the adult variety...)
I picked up my roll of black and white film this week and it got me thinking about my favorite films in black and white. Since the winter season is the perfect time to curl up indoors on the couch to watch a movie, I thought I would share with you my all-time favorites (with links to their wikipedia pages).
I bought Steve Martin's An Object of Beauty, last fall, when it was new on the shelves. I was taken with its stunning design and happy to fork over my precious pennies for such a beauty (pardon my use of the word). However, in the midst of my hectic year it was push aside. I had forgotten all about it until I began to pack up my book shelves for the move.
An Object of Beauty is a love letter, of sorts, to the world of art collecting and art dealers. It follows the career trajectory of the ambitious Lacey Yeager who works her way up the ranks only to succumb to the consequences of her own ruthlessness. I found myself wavering between the reader eager for comeuppance and a cheerleader for what the book jacket declares to be a lost cause. The tone of the book was surprisingly moralizing, but overall thoroughly entertaining.