when shall we three meet again?

when the hurly-burly's done; when the battle is lost and won

There is an early memory, of a familiar tug of hair, the feel of a comb parting the hair into conforming sections to complete the task of braiding our long, wavy locks. M. and Alpha grew accustomed to this daily ritual of hair braiding (although not without some reluctance at times!), Omega developed impeccable dodging abilities, writhing artfully to try and avoid the swift skilled hands of our mother.

Why this memory now? Weaving three strands seems a consistent trope in our moving, grooving, revolutionary molotov juicebox lives:

3 strands, at times tightly woven into careful, clean beauty. Then unravelled -- one strand may escape, fall loose out of the weave to move independently in the wind, (or the touque pulled over our ears every Canadian winter). All three strands may move their separate ways, or loosely hold together, in a relaxed yet connected, braid.

I'm not sure how to further this metaphor to the bread, but this is our Christmas bread for Jan. 6th, we have been making those braids together since we can remember...

And... cannot resist breaking the poetic motif with another archival treasure:

We would like to call this one, "the original hangover" (only too bad that the cider-lover is missing from this photo... but this was before the time of Omega)

On that note, we thank you for sharing in our adventures along with us: M. overseeing Alpha and Omega.

We will try and maintain the magical movement of these Molotov Juicebox memories as much as possible -- so check back soon!

oh Canada grrrrls

Dec. 2

And thus day came onto us, when the adventures shared by the three-sisters once again drew to their temporary conclusion. One to the airport to journey back to Canada (and it was, apparently, a very successful comfortable flight), one to the rail station to venture into new and unknown territory in her new job in Stroud (Gloustershire), and one to explore north London rental agencies in search of the next cozy London home...

How quickly we adapted to being together, how easily we worked and moved hand-in-hand! It's a quiet, empty flat, and a less exciting city when one is left alone...

"If cosmo makes you sick and pale -

- you know what you need to do? Molotov --- (juicebox)!

Dec. 1

ah! memories!

Thursday was the great convergence of travellers -- the parents plus aunt arrived at our little flat, laden with excitement (and beautiful gifts!) from their travels and adventures.

We went together to Borough Market, had a beautiful lunch at Elliot's,

and then split into two groups -- Alpha and mother headed to teaching and university; M., Omega, aunt and father walked along the Thames to Trafalgar Square.

But by evening, we were all together and enjoyed a too-brief evening together...

More photos to come...

This one is from the following early morning...

R - is for RADICAL

A - is for all rights

D - is for Democracy

I - is for Insight

C - is for cheering

A - for Anarchy

L - is for Loving

AND THAT'S JUST WHAT YOU'LL SEE...

because we're RADICAL, don't let the police know!

RADICAL, 'cause they won't let us go!

RADICAL... a-huh! a-huh! a-huh a-huh a-huh!!!

Women on the verge...

... of a nervous breakdown (de un ataque de nervios) ? we may be well beyond that verge...

Nov. 29

It was a slow morning... but nevertheless made it out of the house to visit Spitalfields market for some extra Christmas shopping, then headed onwards to the Barbican to check out a beautiful Designer Jewellers Exhibition! What amazing creations to be found here... we were so pleased to have had the chance to check it out and have a personal tour!!

Afterwards we made our way to the World Press Photos at the Southbank Centre, and then as the rain began to fall and the darkness grow, Omega and M. parted ways with Alpha -- the two to the coziness of home, and one to an evening of teaching.

just a little touch of star of quality

... and if after I go to far it's because of the things you are, beautiful town I love you...

Let's work backwards: dinner tonight = heaven. M. often teases Alpha for only making dinner when there is a performance, a crowd, but tonight the three of us settled down for a feast of luxury: Lamb with figs and pomegranate molasses; fennel, cucumber and pomegranate salad; rice with currents and lemon... Rioja... pure bliss! We are now writing this, basking in pomegranates and nostalgic music (hence the title and subtitle of this posting)

Breakfast -- delicious pancakes by M.

Shopping -- morning walk along Bethnal Green Road to the butcher shop

School -- errands, libraries, people watching... London tourism at it's finest ;-)

Covent Garden -- LUSH, window shopping

IOE; Birkbeck Bar both places visiting beautiful friends

Bus ride home to stewing lamb and honest, genuine beautiful sister time singing, dancing, eating, drinking...

... take it easy play it nice and slow, does your mother know? ...

Oh, my little darlin' don't shed no tears

What can be written to top that off? Thus the morning began, with sunshine and smiles as we wandered to Colombia Road Flower market.

Little treasures of Colombia Road:

It was a beautiful day of sunshine, flowers, farmer's market, again delicious coffee and lunch at Ephesus on Broadway Market!

Afterward another walk

and reading break,

we settled into our flower-filled flat to get some work done with Mary Poppins playing in the background to try to keep Omega's spirits high!

Long days... long nights... just not enough sleep... but then again, with a smile like that, who needs sleep?? and so the adventures continue...