Creating a fun new program on Hand Shadows for children. Of course I'll have to practice my art each evening before bed. I'm sure our army of pets will all be very entertained.
Is it worth spending a tad more money to have a fabulous hotel? While I just love budgeting, especially for vacations, I've found a place in Barcelona which is pushing my budgeting boundaries. Visually it just screams "Elizabeth stop being a tit and book me" but it may hurt my coupon clipping soul to do so.
Took a quick peek at the Ernesto Neto exhibit at the CAC on my lunch break. I'd heard a lot about his NYC show at the armory last year so I was expecting good things. Definity playful and fun with a great use of color. Plus, who doesn't love a title which suports a pro-dancing agenda? They reminded me of a giant version of the balloon sculptures some of our visitors made last month. Preschoolers are all tiny contemporary artists.
This is the cutest book ever. I just snatched it up for our story tree time at the museum. It's about a tiny secret circus in Paris that is run by a gang of little mice. The illustrations are beautiful and the icing on the cake is that they even glow in the dark!
I found the perfect little Parisian apartment for us in September. It's on the Il de la Cite and looks out over Notre-Dame. My parents love to stay on that same little island every time they go. They take late night walks along the Seine (sometimes in their pajamas). In honor of them I plan on taking an evening stroll with Scott (in PJs) on our last night in Paris.
Found a used copy of White Mane at a garage sale. Very random find. This French short from the 1950's was directed by Albert Lamorisse who also did The Red Balloon. I caught a double showing of the two around my birthday at the art museum and was convinced that every boy in the audience would leave wanting Folco's hair cut and disheveled wardrobe.
While running around like a crazy person at work I was missing the canoe trip we just got back from. Floating down the Colorado River... so much better than dealing with schedule changes, spreadsheets and meetings. Above is me checking out some ruins. A little pit stop after a game of wiffle ball along the beach.
On a visit to the Chatham Atwood House we came across some lovely, intricate and slightly morose art pieces made from human hair. They reminded me of the Victorian hair jewelry I'd seen at the V&A that were worn in remembrance of someone who had passed away. There's something so delicate and private about these preserved pieces that fascinate me.
Well apparently I'm the only 20-something on the planet who hasn't seen the movie Beetlejuice. Until today. How amazing is that house? Yes, I'm a little late in the game to realize this but I would give up my entire chair collection, one of my dogs (the one that farts), my new hybrid, and the house I currently reside in just to have that sucker.
While I understand the reasoning behind your celebratory fireworks, my dog does not. He is terrified every time you hit a home run (congratulations on a successful season). Please lessen either the amount or the noise level so he can poop again. Seriously, it's been 3 days.
We have decided to go to Barcelona instead of London and maybe Portugal instead of Prague. Luckily I hadn't bought any plane tickets yet! I came to this conclusion last night while sitting in front of the travel section at the bookstore (after having a little too much Sam Adams Summer Ale). Making decisions while drinking may be a good idea because I'm kind of giddy about our less stuffy, last minute travel plans.
Volunteered to sell tshirts at the Shepard Fairey block party. Mr. Fairey himself was the dj. I did a whole bunch of dancin and then headed to neons for some bacce ball!
My head drifts, connecting dots on the ceiling with stars. Counting hair follicles and fancy shoe collections. I sigh heavily and suck in. Holding the breath through to a new age. Expecting a change in molecules, but I'm here. Again and still and forever. Floating unfinished.