Monday, September 29, 2008
See, I went to Catholic School for several years, which I really don't want to talk about, other than to say that I clocked more hours in plaid than I feel necessary, and so, no more plaid for me. However, my public-schooled daughter does not share this aversion with me, and she is quite a stylish girl. So, I did buy this fabulous plaid jacket for her to wear around town this fall.
Imagine how proud I was to then see that Stephanie Leggio was featuring those tres chic vintage coats at the store, which certainly must be the predecessors of my girl's retro one.
Now that I've broached the subject, I can gush a minute or two about Pretty Funny, one of my favorite stores, period. I covet so many items in the shop at any given time. I've wanted this pink plant stand, for instance, for a while, and might try to talk to Stephanie about hiding it somewhere in the store so it doesn't sell before I can afford to buy it.
Stephanie is one of those people born with style and creativity you can not learn. The things she buys for the store, the way she stages the store, the way she writes her newsletter...heck, her handwriting, all speak to an innate sense of style.
I loved the store when it was teeny-tiny on Main Street, but now, of course, Stephanie, and her goods, really have room to show their stuff.
And in case you didn't know, that's a trailhead for the Old Croton Aqueduct in the parking lot.
So take a walk someday down the OCA and stop at the big yellow house with all the great stuff outside. But hands off the pink plant stand, ok?
Not wearing knee-socks anymore either. Thanks for reading.
Friday, September 26, 2008
One out of three ain't bad. Thanks for reading.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Valley Table is available at the White Plains Whole Foods Market, and was for a while at John Sarofeen's Grape Expectations, but then they stopped delivering to him. I don't know why, and he didn't seem to either, but in any event, it is dedicated to anyone who is in the business of food, wine or agriculture in the Hudson Valley.
Similarly, the Edible magazines are a series of regional publications about local, seasonal agriculture, food, wine, restaurants, etc...the Edible Nutmeg edition is Connecticut's version, and is beautifully written and photographed and is nothing short of inspiring, if you're in need of that in regards to food. I've noticed it at the Cafe at Blue Hill at Stone Barns, and in other high-end foodie haunts, but you usually have to know to look for them both, so that's why I'm bringing it to your collective attention (all...how many of you, not counting my mother?)
The cover artwork of both of these magazines is collection-worthy. If I had a huge kitchen I would have ten or so of them framed and hung around the perimeter of the room. I have oh, about 100 square feet, so unless we were going to use them as plates, that's not happening. But I do love to look at them, again and again.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Or 9 & 10, when your little sister keeps trampling your artwork.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
When I was little and my brothers were in high school they would take me for walks with them and their girlfriends in the cemetery. I know, it sounds like a weird date, but this is how I'm remembering it. They would go running in what is now the Preserve, only then it wasn't so officially open to the public. They would take off from home or drive & park on Old Sleepy Hollow Road-where everybody parks now, only then you had to just know about it. I thought it was so cool how they knew this secret way to get into the woods; then again, I probably thought everything they did was so cool. Later on, when I was in high school, we would sneak in, too, there and other spots, and hang out...but that's a whole other story.
Anyway, we didn't go for walks on the trails so much as I remember going for walks in the cemetery. I can even picture us having a picnic on the bank of the Pocantico River and swimming in the deeper pools made from the water rushing over the rocks. I don't have so many clear memories of being a kid-I don't dwell on my childhood often, the way (ahem) some people do- but when we were walking today I could summon up almost the exact feeling of being there with my brothers, probably at just about Lindsey's age.So, I got to thinking. What will my kids remember? About this walk today and a thousand other days and things? Will they remember how the light was; what they found on the trail? Or how I kept bugging them to stop kicking up the dust, stop throwing rocks? Will they remember me holding their hand?
For a minute or two on today's walk we had all slowed down, stopped talking, and the deer came out. They looked right at us, then started towards us, slowly, keeping their eyes on us but just going about their business. The fawn kept trying to nurse and the mommy deer would nudge its nose away. It was really something to watch.If you're quiet, you can see the animals.
Walking through. Thanks for reading.tt
Friday, September 19, 2008
Happy Friday...no other use for this other than it makes me smile. I emulate that kid with the purple bass...and I love Mark Farmer. Don't know who he is: if anyone out there does, send me a line. His Mick is right on and much more.
Enjoy the weekend. We have movie night tomorrow so I'm sure you'll be hearing from me again soon.
Love the girl on the bongos. Makes me miss Ellen. Not to mention Harry.
Thumbs up. Thanks for reading.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
That will hold me, for now.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Trying to stay present, and get it all done. Thanks for reading.
The food was beautiful, if I do say so myself; both Hassan
Friday, September 12, 2008
I'm proud and relieved thinking back and acknowledging the fact that that never happened. Every time we would start talking to the artists and their families and/or friends, then a few of our wonderfully loyal and supportive friends would show up, then some people just out and exploring who came to see the art would arrive...
Before we knew it, at each show, we ended up having such a good time that we forgot about anxiety and expectations and just ended up having a great time talking, drinking, laughing...I can't remember an opening where we haven't ended up so much happier just for being there.
We've made friends out of people who have been artists in our gallery; we've made friends out of people who have come in and bought a piece of art and then told us about how glad they are that we are here; we've made friends out of people who haven't bought anything, but stop by on their way home with a bag full of provisions from Mint, talk a while, have a glass of wine, and move on.
So, tomorrow night we are having another opening reception. This one is a big one for us; we've been closed all of August, and just like in France, la reentre is important. We're all back here to begin the season, dive back into life, culture and reality after a long hiatus of holiday.
Also it's big because we are really re-energized about what we are doing. We love Eunju's art and all of the other shows we have lined up for the next several months...we are excited about Tarrytown and things and people that are mobilizing towards something we all want to be a part of.
tim repainted the gallery walls
mess on the desk, soon to be cleared
hassan at mint is so agreeable, and will display our cards
in addition to creating some wonderful plates for us...
had to add this: a real life Habowski, no? our view out of the gallery's door.
Tim rejuvenated all the windows: the leaded square ones
for the first time ever, perhaps.
Upon re-entry, grateful for friends. Thanks for reading.