Red Cedar
More apocalypse, less angst
new year's day
a walk by the sea at the close of the first day of the year…..
new year's eve
darcie, steph and thi hanging out in the pillow corner (photo by anna)
this posting is for the folks who wanted to come along to my place on new year’s but couldn’t make it for one reason or other – it was a chill evening with good food and lots of talking sauce… i present for you here photos, our menu for the evening, and a recipe that pete asked for.
new year’s eve menu
red pepper dip (recipe below)
hummus
bruschetta (tomato garlic and olive tapenade topped with jack cheese)
salmon soup
vegetarian chili
green salad
homemade bread (by giles)
chocoloate cupcakes
apple crisp with soy vanilla ice cream
cheesecake squares
truffles (made by darcie)
fruit cake
mulled wine
another desktop
from the pictures of the oak tree in the bleak field taken on christmas day i have created one more desktop in the forest series…. though this is less foresty than the others – i’m not sure how i like it yet, i’m just seeing if i can live with it for a few days but i’m sharing it here in any case….
collective tragedy
i haven’t posted about the tsunami and earthquakes in southeast asia because i haven’t really known what to say in the face of it all. having just lost a single important person in my life, i keep thinking about all those hundreds of thousands of people who are losing an important person or persons from their lives right now – the collective tragedy is monumental, and whatever shared energies exist must surely be torn through at the moment……
for me it is not only the scope of what has happened that makes it difficult to comment, but more importantly (to me in the western world) is the hypocrisy of the western response in terms of aid offerred (compared to the amount of money spent on the iraq war every day), and in terms of collective grief and media representation (when compared to 9/11). in any case – the person who blogs at stupid, beautiful lies has penned an obituary to western sorrow that i think is worth a read.
the mystery basket
one of the other things i picked up on the island was my mother’s old husquavarna sewing machine from the 70s. she bought a new sewing machine last year and since then my father has been promising to fix the old one so i could have it – which he did (with some rather nifty drilling into the flywheel). i have never before had use of a sewing machine, so that in itself is pretty stellar… but nowhere near as exciting as this sewing basket…..
this is the sewing basket my mother used when i was a small child, and for some reason it was always totally mesmerizing to me. often i was in trouble for mucking about in this basket, getting things tangled up and using the pinking shears for cutting paper (this being a big no-no). it seemed to me full of great tools of mystery…..
it is no joke that i was as excited to get this derelict basket as i was the sewing machine – some magic portal to all that is unknown to the small child’s mind….. constructing ideas as projects and making messes along the way.
Red Cedar 
