The Lilly boys have all been blessed with good hair. Thick, shiny, and curly hair are represented in our household, all without the addition of products or fussing. Isn’t that always the way with boys? Through the years, the guys have gradually gone from bald to blonde to light brown to dark hair. Their hairstyles have experienced a similar evolution from riotous curls to closely cropped and from moppy to groomed. Aside from one teary episode following a “too short” haircut, things have gone fairly smoothly. Until Quinn, that is.
image from Twitter: AlbanyMuskrat @albanymuskrat
In recent months my youngest son has resisted haircuts more steadfastly than the biblical Samson. When he finally acquiesced to a trim a couple of months ago, the appointment left all three of us (the stylist, Quinn and myself) frustrated as he literally selected individual hairs which he would allow to be touched by scissors. Seriously, he was lifting hairs and offering them to Nicole with firm directions regarding how much could be removed. When the “cut” was finished the amount of hair on the floor was smaller than a furball coughed up by a kitten – a true waste of money and time.
Now, don’t think for a second that I was demanding a dramatic shearing, all I was hoping for was a taming of the wild mane. Last weekend, with two sons in tow (appearance obsessed middle son had already gotten himself there a couple of weeks ago) we made our way downtown to Patsy’s for another go at a real haircut.
My pic from last week – same chairs, same tile…
Patsy’s is tucked around the corner on Howard Street between the Times Union Center and City Beer Hall and on a Saturday afternoon, parking was plentiful – a marked difference from the all chairs full scene inside Patsy’s. No worries, we found a couple of seats and waited less than 10 minutes to get the guys in chairs. Some observations from my vantage spot – super professional, meticulous barbers, most sporting full sleeve tattoos and/or groomed facial hair, taking their time with each individual client. It was a wonderful sight to behold and I wouldn’t have been opposed to spending the entire afternoon there, sipping self-serve cans of PBR and watching the men at work.
How did we fare? Quinn received a compromise haircut which left both of us satisfied – his mop was shaped and layered and now looks far more intentional than the mess he was sporting when we walked in the door. Liam, whom I think looks most handsome with short hair, got a fairly dramatic cut and neck shave, both of which he appreciated. Hair for hair, his cut was the more dramatic but Quinn’s trim and shape up definitely was an improvement. Two thumbs up for Patsy’s – our new go to place.
I went to Nashville with the thought of buying myself a Christmas present, most likely a pair of cowboy boots. I mean that’s what you get when you go to Nashville, right? What I came home with was two vintage inspired dresses, a super cool poster, a couple of Christmas ornaments and a straw cowboy hat that I plan to rock on the beach this summer. Read on to find out how I came to purchase these seemingly disparate mementos from my most recent girls’ getaway.
I kind of liked the red ones on the left…
Downtown Nashville’s strip is filled with stores filled with a dazzling selection of cowboy boots in every color, texture and height imaginable. All the major brands, Dingo, Tony Lama, Lucchese, Ariat, to name a few, are well represented and the prices that I observed ranged from about $125 – $800 a pair with some stores offering a buy 1 get 2 free deal. I’m pretty certain we went into every single boot shop, some more than once, without my finding a pair that I needed to own. As usual, my champagne taste reared its pretty head and each pair of boots that I considered buying was priced beyond what I was willing to pay, even the gorgeous Lucchese boots which spoke to me with a charming “y’all want to take me home, don’t you?” I consoled myself with a glass boot ornament for next year’s Christmas tree along with a cute guitar ornament bought to honor my guitar playing guy.
As we went in and out of boot stores, which are open relatively late when compared to other shops, I noticed a clothing shop, Tatyana, which screamed my name with its windows filled with frocks and such. We made our way there and I was completely taken by the sweet dresses beautifully displayed in the two room store. The clerks were adorable with their vintage, pin up style and tattoos and I quickly grabbed a couple of items which were placed in a dressing room for “Miss Silvia” by a helpful employee. It was with great restraint that I selected only two dresses to purchase, both at 50% off the regular price. I’ve worn both already and received numerous compliments, particularly on the green dress which I think of as my Judy Jetson dress.
I think I tried on even more hats than boots on this trip but was unwilling to spend a lot of money on an item that I didn’t imagine myself wearing with any regularity. There were some really handsome hats to be had, but I thought that my inexpensive ($20) straw version was the most practical choice for a girl who doesn’t really do rockabilly with any frequency. I’m looking forward to shielding my face from the sun with my low budget selection.
As for the poster, that’s another story in itself that I’ll share later in the week. ..
2 of 3 Lunar b*tches
Traditional post-Last Run Manhattan
Former student friends
“Family or la mia famiglia”
Photo credit: Joe Putrock, Times Union
This is my last day of work until New Year’s Eve, a fact which I’m kind of excited about. When you factor in that I’ll be away with a couple of my best girlfriends exploring
bourbon a new city, I get almost a little giddy. Good times are ahead and I’m ready for them!
Last Saturday, for either the 5th or 6th consecutive year, I ran Albany’s Last Run. This event is absolutely my favorite run of the year – the course is terrific with a wonderful downhill finish and I just think Albany shines in a particularly bright fashion on this night. This year’s weather was perfect, it finally felt like winter for the night yet there was no precipitation or slippery stuff on the ground.
I have to admit that I nailed it, in terms of prep, parking my car near the restaurant in the early afternoon before they closed the streets, and leaving a change of clothes so I could shower at the Morgan State House, where friends were staying for the night. I ran to the course from the DelSo, arriving at the starting line warmed up and ready for the 5K and, without even really trying, finished with a decent enough time in a sometimes crowded race.
One of the best things about this time of the year, what really makes it wonderful, are the visits from friends who no longer live in the area. I absolutely love the way Lark + Lily has become almost an extension of my home as familiar faces stop in for a drink, a hug and even a bite to eat. It’s an unexpected and very welcome perk of this new life of mine.
At my real home, the cookies are nearly all baked, the stockings are hung and the ham is in the refrigerator waiting for its star turn on my dining room table on Christmas Eve. The next two days will be a balance between traditions (bagels and smoked salmon for breakfast, the holiday linens and Elvis) and winging it in a year with bizarrely warm temperatures and my resolve to simply enjoy the time with the guys I love.
My heart will be glowing.
different dog, same boy.
Two years ago, we let our 12 year-old lab, Cassidy, go. She made it clear that day when she laid down on the cold, snowy sidewalk and refused to get up, that it was time and she was ready. To this day, I so appreciate that she clearly communicated her need to be done to me. Just like the decision of when to have a baby, the right time to say goodbye to her probably would never have arrived for me. I still miss her and sometimes find myself calling our “new” lab by her name despite the fact that she was a she, and black, and Jeter is all boy and nearly white.
Jeter will be two next week. We celebrate his birthday on Christmas Day although we’re not 100% certain if he was actually born on the 24th or the 25th. His mom delivered 16 puppies and having a litter of that size was a bit chaotic and exhausting for all involved. Regardless of which day he was born, he was a true gift to our family and we love him dearly.
Those couple of months between losing Cassidy and bringing Jeter home, were uncomfortably quiet around here. On the days, and especially the nights, when the boys were at their dad’s house, my house echoed with their absence. I didn’t like it and can’t imagine the day when my house will feel like home without the presence of my children and a dog. Since the plan is for my boys to eventually move on and out, it looks like I’ll always need to have a dog. I hope I get to keep the one I have now for a good long time.
Look closely at the shoulders…
Five years ago I bought a super cool motorcycle style jacket. It was beautifully broken in with a patina that mimicked years of wear and I found that it went with everything from jeans and boots to velvet and heels. It was probably the best article of clothing I ever bought at Marshall’s and it only set me back about $40.
I originally bought it to complete an outfit for a fall wedding. As sometimes happens, my ensemble for that occasion began from the bottom up with a pair of open toe booties with which I had been obsessed. I think I ultimately wore them a half dozen times before consigning them, they weren’t really for me. But that jacket? I wore it all the time. It went to at least 5 different countries in Europe as well as NOLA, NYC and Boston. That jacket got around.
It looks better on than it does on a hanger.
A couple of weeks ago, as the weather started to cool, I reached for my trusty moto jacket and was dismayed to see that the (p)leather had started to peel. I put it on anyway. Knowing that my jacket was living on borrowed time, I started looking for a replacement. The days of my actually visiting Marshall’s and elbowing my way through the racks are on a hiatus with my current schedule, so I was limited to online shopping and, while I’m sure I could have found another quality (p)leather jacket, I decided to step up my game and open my wallet for a genuine leather coat.
I really love my new coat, but the only way I’ll ever love it more than I loved that Marshall’s moto jacket is if it lasts 6 times longer. Seems only reasonable since it cost 6 times more, right? Do you have a favorite bargain item of clothing?
I tried a new Pandora station for yesterday’s afternoon run – Alabama Shakes radio. It opened with an Amy Winehouse song and never looked back. Good stuff. When the first Alabama Shakes’ song, Always Alright, came on, it took me immediately back to Silver Linings Playbook, a movie (and book) I absolutely loved.
I started thinking about when I saw the Shakes back in June at Mountain Jam and how, as I was photographing the band for the Times Union, I was approached by a woman who requested that I share some of my photos with her. It turns out this woman, a hair stylist, had done the lead singer Brittany Howard’s hair that morning and was hoping to get some good images to help promote her business. Of course, I complied and emailed her a number of jpegs a few days later.
I wondered how I had ever created a life in which I occasionally get to take pictures of famous people. I mean, really? How friggin lucky am I? I thought about The Shakes, and the presence of their music in a Bradley Cooper/Jennifer Lawrence film, and considered how much I enjoy the talents of each of them. I shook my head in amazement that I could probably play Six Degrees of Separation and get to Bradley Cooper. It made me smile – despite the bag of dog poop I was toting.
Speaking of which, sometimes it feels like I’m closer to Bradley Cooper than I am to a trash receptacle when it comes to running my regular 5-mile loop. While I thoroughly enjoy the thought of having a connection to the very handsome Mr. Cooper, I think I’d be even happier if there were more trash cans available along Whitehall Road and New Scotland Avenue.
The last time I ran up, and I do mean up, at Thacher Park was over the summer during ARE’s trail series. The weather was fine and the people were nice, but the course began with a murderous hill which made me a bit cranky. I don’t mind hills*, but, please let me work up to them!
Last Sunday’s Squirrelly Six caught me a little unprepared. You know, the week you open a restaurant and work 6 consecutive days/nights may not be the right time to register to run six miles through the woods, but there I was, nonetheless, at 9:30 in the morning at the starting line. The weather had been a concern since rain was in the forecast and I was worried it might be kind of cold. We (my Lunar Girls were there, too!) totally lucked out with a mostly dry run through some fresh mud from the previous night’s showers in an almost balmy 50’ish . Mud is fun, though and I nailed it when it came to running attire, luckily selecting layers which kept me comfortable for the duration.
I’ve done this race, I think, 3 consecutive years and the course which debuted this year was my absolute favorite. The trails were mostly fairly wide with limited hills and the vista was spectacular. No, really – it was a stunning morning with peak foliage and a mood enhancing layer of fog in the valley. I was unable to resist stopping twice to snap a couple of pictures because it was that scenic. It was an absolutely beautiful run and the perfect personal reward at the end of a long week.
Next up – After the Leaves Have Fallen in early November. It’s a bit more than twice the distance which means it should be at least twice as fun, right?