Took a quick drive over to North Adams yesterday to see the Nick Cave exhibit. I mean, I had to – too many of my friends have posted pictures of the installation and I needed to see it in person. We did a loop – taking the Petersburg Pass on our way east and coming through Stephentown on the trip home. It was a nice few hours with my oldest son, the only one of the three willing to indulge my interest.
Liam and I spent a couple of hours checking out the art and enjoying lunch in the museum cafe. As we walked to the car, the most random thing happened when I encountered a German family in the parking lot. Remarkably, I had run into this same family last week in Provincetown. What do you think the odds of that happening might be? I smile thinking it’s my uncle pulling some strings to remind me that he’s still around. The world can be a beautiful place sometimes if you keep your eyes open.
In the early 90s I visited Washington for the first time. It was easy to see why it was such a magnet for creative, artistic people. There were mountains, rivers, desert, islands, and even a rain forest, to inspire and awe, and as a tourist, I fell in love. I’m no camper, but I’d go back to the San Juan Islands in a heartbeat and sleep in a tent happily.
We spent some time in Seattle, a city I found to be smartly set-up with highways that flexibly changed their direction according to traffic demand and rush hour. Clever. Of course, we went to Pike’s Market and did a little shopping. I don’t remember buying anything from the market other than edibles, but nearby at sidewalk booth, I found some pottery that I immediately loved. The pieces on display were gorgeous – rich colors, weighty and beautifully formed. At the time they seemed expensive, but as a recent college graduate living in NYC, many things were beyond my financial reach.
The replacement piece
It turned out that there was an outlet nearby where Bruning sold their pottery seconds. You know, stuff that might not have turned out as perfectly as planned, yet still was lovely and useful. I came back east with a couple of pieces and an undying love for their work. Over the years the collection has grown (we eventually had dinner service for 6 or 8), divided (divorce) and diminished (breakage), but there was one steadfast piece that I retained and used regularly for making quiche and pies and serving, a deep blue dish that I absolutely loved.
The bonus piece
I noticed a couple of months ago that a crack had formed in this dish and was paralyzed by the thought of no longer having it in my cabinet. I went online, searched Bruning Pottery and got a contact email address. After a series of emails, I selected 2 dishes to replace my old steady, one a very similar color, the other completely unlike any that I’ve owned before. They’re a little fancier with their fluted edges, but when they arrived in the mail I felt like I was welcoming an old friend home again. I just may bake a pie this weekend.
image: Flicker by ph4nn1 Chicago Skyline Panorama
Last summer I made plans to go to Niagara Falls and Toronto with my kids for a few days. We’d never been and it seemed like a cool and economical getaway. I made hotel reservations and enthusiastically crowd sourced for some tourist recommendations. Then my two older sons got jobs. Plural. Not one to complain about employed children, I cancelled the trip and instead took my youngest down to NYC for a couple of days. That slacker doesn’t have a job, but I suppose he is only 11. Soon enough, little man.
A few weeks after the change in plans, I ended with both a Southwest voucher and a credit on my credit card, a situation which I immediately interpreted as a sign from the universe to buy a plane ticket. I reached out to my posse of friends, a number of whom were also celebrating a milestone birthday this year, to gauge interest in taking a weekend trip somewhere. While there was interest, it didn’t translate into action, so I decided it was time for me to take my first ever multiple night solo – Chicago, here I come!
So, I’ve got three nights in Chicago coming up in a few weeks and I’m a bit overwhelmed by all of the things there are to do! The luxury of traveling alone means I can do whatever I want, whenever I want to, which is pretty amazing. Knowing myself, I see my days being structured kind of like this:
- Wake up, get out and do something.
- Go back to the hotel for a nap.
- Take a run.
- Take a shower.
- Go out and eat something tasty.
I imagine there will be alcohol involved, at times, too.
The two things I definitely want to do are the architectural boat tour and an art museum or two. I know there are a million places to eat, but I’m most interested in places where I can eat at the bar.
What can you tell me about Chicago?
My picture does NOT do the work justice. Apologies!
On Friday, despite Mother Nature’s attempt to disrupt my plans, I ventured down to Williamsburg, Brooklyn to attend my uber talented neighbor, Ken Ragsdale’s art show opening at the Front Room Gallery. As someone who doesn’t often attend gallery openings (read: hardly ever), I was a bit out of my element, and, as a person who doesn’t stray from Manhattan usually, I was definitely outside of my borough of reference. After consulting my Facebook friends regarding attire and Google maps for directions, we hit the road in the late afternoon. Next stop: The Hundred-Acre Wood!
View from the Roebling Tea Room on the first evening of spring.
The drive was uneventful, other than my imagination working overtime creating vivid scenarios about how the piece of Ken’s which ended up in the back of my wagon could be damaged during the trip to Brooklyn. Rear-end collision, encounter with a remarkable pothole resulting in the shattering of glass…
Safely parked around the corner from the gallery, wearing the suggested attire of skinny jeans, ankle boots and a cool hat, we met up with some of the Albany contingent and enjoyed a lite bite and a round of drinks at the Roebling Tea Room. My cocktail, an excellent old-fashioned with a clean, citrus element was wonderful, the small plates equally perfect.
The show was an absolute triumph. The work vividly expressed a time in the artist’s life and is truly stunning. The presence of so many familiar faces must have made the opening a dreamy blend of memories and modern day moments. So friggin cool. Can’t get to Brooklyn? Check out the group show opening Friday, 3/27/15 at the Albany International
Whatever Airport right in the 518.
*This post has nothing to do with sleeping in Brooklyn or the Beastie Boys. Nothing. I just love the sentiment. Here – watch the video anyway.
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Saturday was one of those days when I wished I could get ahold of that special timepiece that Hermione used in the Prisoner of Azkaban – even if it came with a Dementor or two. There were just too damn many fun things to do! Had I been able to master the skill of being in two places simultaneously, I would have managed to attend both Winter WonderLARK and the wonderful celebration for newlyweds Amy & Gretchen held in the oh-so-cool space known as Time & Space Limited in Hudson. After those events wound down, I would have loved to have remained in Hudson for their holiday walk while also attending Albany Center Gallery’s Speakeasy Gala held at 90 State Street. I did the best I could, believe me.
What I managed to accomplish was a drive to Hudson to toast the brides, a quick run and then a delightful couple of hours at the speakeasy-themed Gala. The gala was held at Angelo Mazzone”s newest event space on lower State Street in downtown Albany. Parking was a bit of an issue, but, in all honesty, I found the challenge of parking to be a wonderful indicator of downtown’s appeal on a Saturday night – go, Albany! The venue, formerly a bank, was magnificent with gorgeous details and elaborate ceilings. They don’t build ’em like that anymore. There definitely are some finishing touches which will complete the space, particularly some attention to the acoustics from the lowers level, but it is a incredible option for any of you planning an event.
The party was fantastic – a great crowd of artfully attired guests seemed to thoroughly enjoy the music, food and entertainment. As always, there were many familiar faces, as well as new folks I hadn’t met previously. There were performers who provided a wonderful theatrical interlude and, as a woman, I was thrilled and appreciative of the beautiful female burlesque dancer whose body was womanly and sexy. So nice to see in a world filled with lollipop performers! Here are some pictures to show you what a lovely event Tony Iadicicco and his entire crew put on. Hope to see you there next time!
a bonfire with friends
soccer season opener
an event – September Splendor
image: Joe Putrock
there were flowers
and a trip to the Hyde Collection
to see this…
I think I finally caught my breath…
My day started unbalanced. There was a fantastic series of wind storms that interrupted my sleep with clanking blinds and papers flying. I had a dream I would have preferred to forget and a slippery bottle of milk left my sneakers in a puddle of white. The clean up of that dairy disaster, stole my YMCA mojo and left me feeling slightly…sour.
But, then… a coffee moment with someone special, a thorough bathroom scrubbing, and a somewhat cooler afternoon, started to swing the pendulum in the opposite direction. I watched a little Wimbledon, read a couple of chapters and had a five-minute power nap. Yes, there is such a thing.
Slightly after 5 pm, I made my way, accompanied by my favorite globe-trotting 30-something, to the Albany Barn fundraising event, Build Up. I wasn’t familiar with the location, but it was easy enough to find and we found convenient parking before the skies opened up for real. There was a meaty smokiness to the air which did nothing to diminish the bright airy quality of the well-lit room.
The attendees were upbeat and overwhelmingly familiar. There were more burger toppings than you could dream of, including locally sourced chanterelles, cheeses from R&G in Cohoes, sesame seed sprinkled buns from All Good Bakers and an overwhelming array of pickled, chopped and shredded veggies. Libations, exclusively from the Empire State were served.
I met the couple who own the house I most admire in the DelSo and had a Carrie Bradshaw moment despite my flat sandals. I shot photos and made introductions and assembled my own slider with chipotle chèvre, chimichurri, bacon and purple leaf lettuce. I drove home, noticing that Delaware Avenue was parked nearly full on both sides. My neighborhood was busy. It was a good day.