Each year Andy puts in an order for this enormous bag of Béquet Celtic Sea Salt caramels. We first had these at a wedding a few years ago, and since that time they’ve become a holiday treat. He gives them out to friends and the team of medical professionals who keep his back in line as best as possible. They are a reminder of the simple treats available during the holiday season. There is more to this life than sugar plum fairies.
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December 2016
December
2016
December
2016
A Quick Holiday Hello
Only the BBC could produce a commercial that reminds us what our own country needs now more than ever.
God save us during this holiday season.
December
2016
Memories of December 5th
December 5th… why does the date ring such bells?
I couldn’t figure it out.
Maybe nothing.
But maybe something.
Maybe something big.
I looked in the archives to see what might be there, what clues might give indication to reason.
I wake up with your fragrance and it’s all over me (what cologne do you wear?)
Mario Lopez in his underwear… that can’t be it. Significant to some, perhaps.
A Victorian virgin… magical, but not quite it.
Was it Daniel Craig in his bulging Bond swimsuit?
A laugh, while important and integral to good living, is but a laugh.
Some posts are full of shit, and I’ve written many of them.
Adam Levine waking up in his underwear is definitely memorable, but even completely naked he’s not what I’m looking for.
Was it Deco World in Guilderland?
Maybe it was all about Ben Cohen.
Or the purple panache.
Or maybe it was the revealing revelation why I get naked here.
Nah.
It’s none of that.
I still don’t know.
Why this date rings in my brain.
But another year it passes.
Unremarked.
Unheralded.
December
2016
Getting into the Holiday Recap Spirit
It’s still fall, remember that. We have not quite moved into the winter season yet. Hold on for a few more weeks. The holiday season, however, has already begun, and I suggest we just give in to it and ride this crazy train into the New Year. With Mercury heading into retrograde in a  couple of weeks, this is all we have left. Godspeed, and on with the Monday morning recap…
I tried to kick things off a peaceful note, with some words of encouragement from Maya Angelou.
One of the most popular Hunk of the Day posts of all-time was this one for Milo Ventimiglia. We are already working on his second…
There was a Twitter challenge, but a miracle of miracles occurred when two people let down their guard and remembered their humanity and humility.
The end of November is always a bear.
No comment on the beginning of December.
Ben Cohen is back and better than ever.
Give it to me! YEAH!
Forget winter, it’s the Holiday Card that is coming.
This year’s Holiday Stroll is already in the books: Part One, Part Two and Part Three.
Hunks of the Day included Oliver Thornton, Manny Gutierrez, Mariano Ontañon, Matt Wilkas, and Brandon from the Kilted Bros.
December
2016
Shades of Salmon, Sights of the Season
Two of my favorite things: amaryllis and pomegranates. Perfectly paired for a holiday table tableaux. Refreshingly devoid of red and green, with a spin on salmon versus those overdone traditions. This is the sort of holiday presentation I enjoy most – simple, elegant, festive but not overbearingly so. A certain element of the garish will always be part of Christmas, but it need not inform everything about the season. This display is proof that holiday decorations, especially when focused on the natural, are at their best when kept unfussy.
December
2016
Holiday Stroll Coda
Some weekends long to be drawn out for as extended a time as possible. (Most weekends actually.) The holiday stroll weekend is no exception to that, so here are a couple of bonus shots that didn’t make it into Part 1, Part 2, or Part 3 of my strolling recap. This is my partner-in-crime Kira, lounging for a brief fireside break at the wonderfully cozy lobby of the Lenox Hotel. No matter how rushed or busy I am in Boston, and no matter where I might be going, I always manage at least a walk-through of this grand hotel, especially around the holidays.
There’s also a little pop-up stand featuring some heavenly Beekman Boys products, and some signature lions named Logan. If you need a pause in the hustle and bustle of holiday shopping, do stop in and rest by the fire.
December
2016
Holiday Stroll 2016: Part 3
Sunday began in slightly less brilliant form than its predecessor. There was a light covering of clouds high in the sky, lending the day a muddled gray tinge. The sharpness of our sunny Saturday was muted, as if the universe was joining us in mourning the end of a weekend. We weren’t quite through, though, and a brunch at Boston Chops was the perfect start to the last leg of our holiday stroll.
We did some window shopping in the South End, but when you get to a window as pretty and sweet and colorful as the one below, you go in.
Filled with candy and confections and the catty guy from the Eagle, it was a surreal experience. A collection of temptations tinged with the innocent exuberance of childhood surrounded us, all of it intertwined with a slight danger like that which pervades the Nutcracker. Dark magic lurks on the cusp of holiday dreams, and sugar plum fairies can sometimes turn out to be meddlesome tricksters.
We tread across to one of our favorite holiday sights: a field of Christmas trees and wreaths whose scent signaled the happy arrival of the season. I paused to breath in the fresh pine, and all those Christmas eve memories came rushing back. This was what our holiday stroll was all about: memories old and new colliding in wondrous unison.
We crossed back to Boston Proper, where we edged along Arlington. Unaccustomed to the magic squirrels of the Boston Public Garden, Kira freaked out when she turned around to see one staring her in the face. I crouched down and took a few photos of this little guy, who seemed quite ready for his close up and almost ended up in my lap.
We stayed to the edge of the Garden, and made our way to Beacon Hill, and the stretch of charming shops that carry the magic of another era. Antique shops filled with sparkling jewelry, stationary stores bursting with holiday cards and wrapping paper, and bustling cafes overflowing with other shoppers looking for respite lined the street. We loitered a bit too long, and as we made our way back to the condo realized that Kira would have to take a later train. That boded well for making one last stop at the Copley Fairmont and its fanciful Oak Room.
Our holiday stroll had come to an end, but the season had only just begun.
December
2016
Holiday Stroll 2016: Part 2
Saturday marked our official stroll day, and we began where we ended last year: Cambridge. A sunny start to the day was fortuitous for the crowds at Harvard Square. Apparently Harvard was playing Yale in a football game, but we were headed in the right direction (away from Harvard and out along Massachusetts Ave. toward Porter, where several shops (and a pho lunch) awaited our wallets.
We began, as everyone should, with a gift or two for ourselves. I explained it to Kira like I was a flight attendant: you have to secure your own oxygen mask before helping anyone else. That gorgeous silk scarf I found at a Tibetan store was my means of securing my mask before I could help anyone else. Kira found two scarves, and then we were ready to consider aiding the children in our lives.
At Nomad, colorful and unique sundry dazzled our senses, as Kira found a gift for her daughter and I found something for a co-worker. The walk to Porter had been a long one (there was a T issue and Harvard was the last stop that morning) so even though it was early in our expedition, we were already famished and ready for lunch. Nothing beats pho for that.
After filling ourselves with that glorious bowl of goodness, we were back for serious retail action, backtracking to Harvard (and several more Tibetan stores) before traipsing all the way to Central Square. Hands filled with shopping bags, hearts filled with Christmas spirit, and shoes filled with tired and sore feet, we hopped on the Red line back to Boston, where both of us needed a quick break before dinner.
The sun was just starting to descend, the last rays of it draining from the bedroom as the streetlamps flickered to life outside. We changed for a fancy belated-birthday dinner, and took in the moment. These were the in-between times that I cherished most, the moments everyone seems to forget, but that form the bulk of living when you think about it. We would have our fancy dinner and cocktails, and we would toast to our holiday stroll and long-past birthdays, but the real happiness was everything that led up to that.
There was one more morning left, and Sunday is always a wild card when it comes to the holiday stroll…
December
2016
Holiday Stroll 2016: Part 1
You know what they say about the best-laid plans.
For this year’s holiday stroll Kira and defied (or perhaps embraced) that adage, turning it into a set of no-laid plans. Unsure of whether we could get together again before Christmas, we decided to play it safe and make our annual Holiday Stroll a couple of weeks ago. We just happened to make the decision the night it all began, which meant no itinerary and no set plan, not even a loose one. That wasn’t a bad thing though, and it was sort of how we started doing these strolls in the first place.
I arrived in Boston on Friday afternoon, and it was a gloriously sun-filled day. After cleaning a disgusting toilet and going crazy trying to find a bunch of missing towels, I realized my brother had been there last, and once again I was cleaning up after him. Not one to let such common disappointments mar an otherwise-hopeful holiday stroll, I set my mood aright by setting up the limited holiday decorations I started collecting last year. Once the lights were on, and a glass of wine was poured, I felt the holiday spirit. Kira arrived long after it was dark, and we headed into Chinatown for a bowl of hot soup.
In many respects, it’s the night before any holiday stroll that feels the most special. There was a brisk breeze, tempered by the steaming bowls of soup before us, and, later, a whiskey cocktail at the Mandarin Oriental.
Better than any other time of the year, the shop windows were decked out in their holiday displays – whimsical, enchanting, imaginative scenes – the sort of thing that would tickle my childhood fancy more than any real gifts beneath the tree could ever capture. We paused and looked into the pretty portals, and the innocence of the season, no matter how much jaded commercialism had crept in through the years, touched me once more.
Then it was time to go back to the condo, and a viewing of ‘Meet Me in St. Louis’. I had neglected to bring our standard holiday fare ‘The Man Who Came to Dinner’ so this would have to do. Our holiday stroll had unwittingly begun, and we were both asleep before they even reached the Halloween scene.
December
2016
A Blanket that Demands Nudity
Some blankets are so soft that they simply demand to be coddled with no clothing on. Who are we to deny such a sumptuous experience? When mortals defy the invitation to this sort of luxurious comfort, they go against their very natures. I’ve never denied those experiences, and there’s nothing more lovely than slipping out of our starchy day garb and into nothing but a cozy blanket.
December
2016
A Disturbing Peek
This year’s holiday photo card takes a questionable turn, as it’s one of the more disturbing images I’ve featured of late. It’s time, as we’ve had a stretch of semi-innocent cards for the past couple of years and every now and then you should do something that wakes you up and pisses people off. To that end, I think this one will be a doozy. I’m offering no other advance word or hype on the subject, other than a few possible lead-ups with Christmas cards past, and this will be the only sneak-peek anyone gets until the big reveal.
The theme was a “Mary Christmas†and I’ll leave it at that. (No, I’m not in a wig or a manger, which is good since a friend once graciously pointed out that I make a damn ugly woman.) Get ready to gird your loins, because Jesus is coming…
December
2016
If You Love Me, Really Love Me…
Let this Christmas Wish List happen! Despite what the photos indicate, I’m far from a Tiffany’s gal, and the only breakfast I’m having is the traditional croissant on the street outside the store. However, there are more reasonable requests in the aforementioned link, so if you’re feeling especially generous, or just want to peruse my wildest desires, click away.
December
2016
All These Decembers
If November gets sent out in a flurry of former links, let’s greet December in the same honorable way. This is the month when holiday madness can either make or break you. Eventually, you have to give in or fail at fighting it. I’ve been preparing things for a few weeks now, so most things are under control, but there are always those stressful moments of unexpected obligations that show up out of nowhere that cause the most trouble. Each year I decide I’m just going to go with the flow and have a good time, and each year I get a little better at making that happen.