Friday, December 1, 2017

Changing things up this Year

For the past several years I have been in Traverse City for Thanksgiving. This year I was home with my best girl, my grandma. Since I was going to be home I volunteered to assist at the local 5k. I woke up early, to get there to set up. I was having a bad hair day. I looked like Scar from the Lion King. I threw on a hat with braids already built in and headed out the door.

The afternoon was spent ironing scarves with my girl, while she sat in her wheelchair and had a little scotch.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Joining my Worlds

I had the joy of joining friends together. On a recent visit to NM I brought a friend from the neighborhood to meet friends from college. Usually when I visit my Sante Fe/Taos posse, I do normal things that I do at home, I just do them elsewhere. Laundry... drink coffee... read... sit by the fire pit... grout tile floors... replace broken guitar strings... walk labyrinths...

This time I not only got to participate in the usual, but I got to be a tourist all over again. I would recommend being a visitor wherever you go. Below are some of my personal highlights and even a couple of firsts.

Driving to my other happy place.
Artful stairs.

International Folk Art Museum.

Cemetary at the Pueblo.

Taos Pueblo Church

The Gorge.

A labyrinth and a microbrewery.

Monday, October 30, 2017

The Real Reason

The real reason for our trip to Spain was to celebrate the wedding of these two beautiful women. Thank you so much for the invite, ladies. It was wonderful to meet your families and share in your joy.

Marriage Day 1

Spain Reboot

When I returned from Spain last year I spent weeks eating Spanish style breakfast. In August I had the joy of flying back and bringing my 14 year old. She too is a fan of Spanish style breakfast. Fresh squeezed OJ, toasted bread with olive oil and tomatoes, peaches shaped like hockey pucks and cafe con leche.

We visited the Market daily, had churros y chocolate, tried foods we were unfamiliar with and dined al fresco often. There were musicians, artists, and shopping everywhere in Santiago de Compostela, which met both of our needs.

Spain has many energy efficient ways. Escalators are stopped or slowed until you approach them, lights in hallways are motion sensored, and during the hottest part of the day, shops are closed and people relax.

My daughter and I read, explored, talked, ate, and found our way together. We even bonded in the evenings over RuPaul's Drag Race on Netflix.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Churros y Chocolate

We arrived and so did our luggage. Between Adele's Spanish, others' English and my charades, we did pretty well. Churros, a nap, ham, wine, veggies and grilled cheese, (which was exactly that, goat cheese, grilled) we ate ourselves silly. 

So far we've realized that we have no hairbrush, which on day 1 isn't a big deal. I'm sure if we let it go, it could be. 

A band played music that people sang along to. I even recognized Bob Marley and The Police. The band appeared to be giving away Ked-type tennis shoes which someone would draw their logo on along with musical notes. People were loving them. We were having fun but are ready for bed. 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Another Trip Around the Sun

Last year having turned 50 on my trip to Spain, later this afternoon I board a plane and return to this magical country with my daughter Adele. We are going to drink coffee, walk, read and enjoy the landscape and people. Carrie has started color guard/band camp season and Dave will be working and walking the dog.

Traveling with a 14 year old who likes, hates and tolerates me intermittently will be part of the adventure. I'm so looking forward to it. Mostly, I am looking forward to celebrating the wedding of dear friends.

Thursday, May 11, 2017

The Flea

There is nothing I love more than a cup of coffee and a flea market. When I know a flea market is in my future, my palms start sweating and my heart rate increases from the anticipation. I need to see everything. I will spend hours. Thus, there are only few people I will take with me to the flea. If you are going because you think I would like the company, but it's not really your "thing," consider going with someone else. If you are tired, go sit. Do not sigh, complain, remember an appointment you have to leave for, or roll your eyes if you rode with me. I am serious about my love of the flea.

People frequently ask, "What do you look for at the flea market?" The honest answer is that I have no idea. Whatever the perfect item is, it will let itself be known to me. Sometimes I leave with nothing, other times I am texting friends to see if they brought their minivan.

To me, the flea represents my best self. I am stress-free, relaxed and open to possibilities. A meat smoker in the shape of a giant steer, a camel door knocker, vintage clothes galore, a mid-century sectional sofa, a "No Nukes" belt buckle, are all treasures I passed on. The only regret was the belt buckle.

On the other hand I've acquired branding irons, a mermaid necklace, 1970's era orange fabric, low slung chairs, five rocking chairs, a Christmas tree topper from Sears, trivets in the shape of men's shirts and ties, an urn, sunglasses that make me look like Iris Apfel or Edna Mode, and the list goes on and on.

Although stores such as Kohl's and Target certainly have their place in my life, the things I buy from those stores are purely functional and typically consumable. My favorite things in  my life have been handed down, bartered for, picked up in an alley, purchased and acquired at art shows, bought at the side of the road, one of a kind stores or boutiques, and flea markets. Each item is a reflection of me.