Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
I think the perfect space may be a gallery with freshly painted white walls and very little else. I remember painting the studio walls white in art school. It was easy since you didn't have to worry about trim and the floors were already covered in paint
House painting is another story. I've spent the past two weekends painting a room and still need to finish the trim. I really hate house painting. All of it. The prepping, taping, cutting in, painting and clean up. Except the final product. There is something so wonderful about a fresh coat of paint pristine gallery or tv room at home.
Monday, March 25, 2013
I'm headed for warmer climes this week, at least mentally. My happy place this week takes me to Capri. I'm going to bask in some much needed warmth. If the cold weather eases up a bit, I'll be happy to return home in time for Easter this weekend.
Photo via blue pueblo tumblr
Friday, March 22, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
An A.S. Byatt novel came to mind as the perfect reading material to pair with this Victorian inspired greenhouse. I think I would read few chapters of the novella "Morpho Eugenia" from Byatt's "Angels and Insects". It would be easy to imagine one had slipped into the conservatory described in the novella to spy on a the building and unraveling of a marriage within the Alabaster house hold.
Photo via Deb's Dust Bunny blog.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
I remember my friend Susie excitedly telling me she had gone shopping and gotten a whole bunch of great tee shirts at Sal's. She said "Sal's" as if it were an unmistakeable brand name like GAP. When I asked what Sal's was, she laughed and said her nickname for the The Salvation Army. Good mid-westerner that she is, she bought used tee-shirts for her job which includes working with printer inks and other materials that ruin clothing. I've been calling The Salvation Army "Sal's" ever since.
My local Sal's used to be located conveniently on the corner of Bedford Ave and North 7th (pictured above). I visited it many times to unload unwanted stuff. I've browsed the racks and knickknacks, but what I love about Sal's is being able to get rid of stuff. It makes it easier to part with things that are unwanted but still useful, when you know they have a chance at second life.
Monday, March 11, 2013
I enjoyed last Friday's snow storm and was struck with how pretty everything looked in the morning not to mention that the weatherman got it right. I wasn't bothered because I saw it as winter's final hurrah. A snowy goodbye that didn't cause too much trouble or last long. Now I'm ready to embrace a Spring state of mind.
The photos above are from a wonderful DIY project from the Norwegian blog Bratte bakka. Check out how some old windows and cinder blocks were transformed, with some imagination and hard work, into this wonderful green space. Reuse and recycle works.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
I think my little one was very serious about signing up for the circus when she informed me that she would be a tight rope walker. She told me not to worry there are nets below.
When I asked what I should be? She chose juggling for me. She even explained how sometimes they drop things to be funny. Nice of her to take into account that I can't juggle to save my life.
So we may not have ended up joining this year, but we did put on our clown noses and cheer on the performers from ringside. A three ring circus may be more spectacular, but The Big Apple Circus is charming because of its small size and how close everyone is the performers. We were very close!
When the horses came out and did their routine, I almost regretted our great seats. The saw dust was hitting us and my fear of very large animals with hard hooves had its moment. I'm always taken aback at how large horses are.
Another close encounter came when the dogs performed. At intermission I bought a hot dog and the woman serving it asked if she put too much stuff on it. I said it was okay. I'd manage, but that I'd be eating it in the front row under the spotlights. She laughed and warned me that the dogs were performing next. Back at our seats, I tried to finish my hot dog as quickly as possible without making a spectacle of myself. I tucked the empty box under my seat, but sure enough when the dogs made their way around the ring one paused near me and took a good sniff. I could see him thinking about investigating further, before continuing on. Luckily, he was well trained and all that was left of my snack was the aroma.
Being so close adds to the drama. It's amazing when a performance transports you with it beauty like the Desire of Flight aerialists. Being close also let's one see the small imperfections and the amazing effort that goes into the performances. When things go slightly awry, everyone gasps a little and the performers shake it off and keep on going. That's equally impressive.