Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Sometimes you just gotta snap it up

I've been decorating.

You would know more about this if I could finish my decorating posts and get 'em posted already, but hey, if I had enough brain space to post about decorating, that might mean that the decorating frenzy had died down, and then where would I be?

There's this thing that happens when I move into a new space, particularly a bigger space, where I want so desperately to be in and settled that I spend every waking minute online or at furniture and antique stores until my head spins around and Dave wonders what happened to his wife. Okay, I made that part up: Dave knows perfectly well that this is his wife, he just wishes the head-spinning would stop. At the same time, I love the process and know that the best rooms sit for a while, grow over time, and reveal themselves slowly. So it goes: get 'er done fast, let it grow slow. Oh, the tension.

But sometimes these things magically come together. Take our deck. (I know: the deck? I'm decorating the deck? don't I have bigger fish to fry? Well, sure thing, but I want to be outside before the tundra descends, and while I'm out there I'd like some place to sit.) Years ago, I stumbled upon some African Hoop Chairs in the kids department of ABC Home, and i fell in love. I was smitten. I can't remember now if this was before I had kids, or if I simply couldn't afford them at $150 a chair, but no matter.

Aren't they the cutest?

I saw them show up later in the kids' room in the Domino spread of Mark Ruffalo's Hollywood home, which I would totally show you here if I had a scanner and if I knew whether or not it was legal to do so (I'm a rule-follower, what can I say?) Well all of a sudden, these things have had a little resurgence. At the Denver Biennial art exhibition this summer, I saw these awesome specimens in the outdoor lounge, and remembered that love at first sight.

After much ado, I found them for sale in every imaginable color, on a website that now eludes me, at the unaffordable price of $500 a pop. Then, what joy! there they were on page 22 of the June/July issue of Lonny, hailing from CB2 for a mere $150 each! Okay, still too much money, but no matter: when I followed the link, the item was sold out or discontinued. Probably both. My search went on, turning up similar rubber ones (at stores in LA that don't ship)

and cool metal versions online, like this one, but still out of the price range.

Well, lo and behold. Late one night I ran off to Pier 1 in search of a Chinese-red console table for the dining room and stumbled upon two "crazy chairs," as the name might indicate, not so sophisticated as the ones I had been lusting after but fun nonetheless, and on clearance for $39 each. Now, some might think that is STILL a hefty price for a chair that will sit outside your house, but at less than 1/10th the price of the ones I really wanted, and barely twice the price of those plastic adirondack chairs from Home Depot, I say, sold.

The Effect of the 50" TV on the REST of the Family

Phew. Now that I got all those photo posts off my chest, and feel effectively un-stoppered, I guess I can go watch me some TV.

Mill City Farmers Market

Hitting the (various) Farmers Markets around town is one of those things we kept meaning to do since our arrival. When Derek was in town, we finally headed to Mill City to check out the famoud Chef Shack and, of course, to pick up some local good for the weekend's meals.

The Mississippi river view from the market steps:

Chef Shack:

Eleri contemplates Hot chocolate (it was a deceptively cold day):

The (surprising) verdict: "I no like it." This was also the weekend that we discovered that NEITHER of our children like S'mores, which I kind of hate to break to my mother. Sorry, mom.

They DID like the delicious Danish apple fritters, which they did a miraculous job of sharing.

The Farmer's Market is right next to the awesome new(ish) Guthrie building, part of which is cantilevered right out over the road.


Hazel Court, Second Generation

Frequent readers of this blog will know that I grew up in a suburban cul-de-sac with a bunch of kids, and that among those kids were Carrie and Lizzie. 30+ years on, they are the kind of friends that you can go without seeing for a year and then just pick right back up where you left off. There is great comfort to me in this history, in a friend who knows the little girl who stomped home from a slumber party in the middle of the night or control-freaked an entire neighborhood musical production, and yet still takes calls from the woman that kid grew up to be.

One of the things I love most about being back in Minnesota is the nearness of these friends and the chance to let our kids get to know each other, though they are all already older than we were when I first moved to Hazel court. Earlier this month, we had them all over for dinner. The kids, who are ages 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 7, had a grand time, and the grown ups decided to make it a regular event. Looking forward to the November get together, and already wishing we'd decided to go monthly instead of every other.

Outfit of the Week

I went to an event at my high school this weekend, and because my friend Liz is the Alumnae Coordinator, and because her mother and her mother's sisters all went to our school too, I got to see her aunts Helen Mary and Martha for the first time in quite a long while. Helen Mary told be that she was once out with Lizzie when we were little kids, and she remembers seeing the loveliest, most put together woman with the most mismatched child, and when she remarked on it, Liz told her "Oh, that's Terry Terry Mama and Heather; Heather gets to pick out her own clothes."

As does Clio. Keeper of the flame.

Children's Museum Japan Exhibit, with Grandma and Grandpa

Theodore Wirth Beach Park, Labor Day Weekend

Where Have I Been?

Okay, I admit it: I don't much feel like writing these days. I thought I would, since I have some free time, but I don't. Of course, if you look at the months where I have posted the most, they have generally been the busiest months of my life. That's the way it goes: the busier we are, the more we find time for. Right now, somehow the day just goes. And then, at night, I heed the call of the 50 inch TV. Though I feel the TV saturation point coming on, and then maybe I'll return to words on the page, both reading them and writing them.

I know I am processing, because here we are, having moved cross country again, having moved home like I wanted, and what does it all mean? And what will life look like? We don't know yet, and I think I am processing on the level that is below the words. Or maybe I am just processing in private.

Anyway. Blah, blah, blah. I have all these unfinished posts that seemed so interesting when I started them, and now strike me as just...boring. Like, who the heck would want to read this if I don't even want to read this?

So I'll just put those ont he shelf for now, and fill in the gaps a bit with pictures. Not that i am taking many or good photos these days, but it's still easier than telling the stories.

Okay? Okay.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Uncle Derek Visits From Japan

Is mercilessly attacked by the small people.

(and one big one):

Extracts his revenge.

Everyone is happy.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Cousin Time

I daresay the girls are about as thrilled to live near their cousins as they would be to live in the same town as anyone on earth (I stipulate because Clio would likely overthrow anyone for the Disney Princesses, were they real). So far, they've been to our house, we got to go to their club for a fabulous end-of-summer pool party, and last weekend we had a double header. Apple Days in the morning and a party for my brother's birthday in the evening.

I love the ribbon crowns we got for the big girls

Eating apples, natch

Some double and triple decker stroller action

And dress up at the cousin's house.

Looking forward to many more activities to come.

Buying Vintage

When we moved in to this house, I had visions for most of the rooms, and had a mental list of where we would need to invest in some new pieces and where we could use what we had.

I was wrong about almost all of it.

Take the dining room. Our dining room contains some of my absolute favorite pieces: a beautiful Chinese armoire, handed down from my parents, a beautiful solid cherry wood farm table, made by hand by my father-in-law, and a set of four Phillipe Starck Ghost Chairs, the only big furniture purchase Dave and I made together in the Brooklyn 30th street house, a splurge we saved for for a long time. Plus we had a decent neutral rug and plenty of art and accessories to choose from. I thought we were set. But I got it all in and realized something: the scale was all wrong. The table was too small. The rug was way too small. And now that we live where we know a lot more people, the number of chairs was too, too small.

Tackling the seating problem, I just couldn't make the room add up. I considered an upholstered banquette, a pair of wing chairs to anchor the table, a pair of upholstered chairs AND a long lacquered bench. But most of those scenarios still yielded 6-8 seats, and some STILL required the purchase of an additional Ghost Chair (or two). Did I mention the price has gone up on those things TWICE since we bought them?

Then, trolling craiglist for a dresser for the guest room, opportunity knocked. Someone in Wisconsin was selling a set of 8 original Herman Miller fiberglass shell chairs. They were teal. I got excited, then forgot about them. I really wanted to incorporate my Ghost chairs into the scheme, right? Later that night, looking for something online, I noticed the tab still open, and showed it to Dave.

"Okay, don't tell me I'm crazy, but what do you think about these?" I asked. "For the dining room."

"Hm. I like them," He said. (You have no idea: normally I research for days, sit him down and show him a bunch of tabs, and he rejects everything.)

The next day we drove to Stillwater and just over the bridge to Wisconsin where we met Ron, a 3-decades employee of 3M who bought a palette of these chairs when the company was selling them off. They've been in the garage for years, but now he's selling his mother's house. So.

Normally, I think it's great to see a thing in your house before you have to commit to it. Color can be deceiving, and scale, especially if you're looking at a piece of furniture in a vast warehouse or flea market or a small dark garage where your point of reference is way off from your reality at home. Generally, with vintage, you have to decide on the spot.

We bought the chairs, but on our way home with the first half of them in the car, Dave wondered aloud: "Did we just repeat the yellow chairs?" The yellow chairs being a set of four mid-century leather and chrome chairs that we bought when we first moved in together. Dave was obsessed with them, I was fine with them, they were all piled onto a table in a cramped antique shop on Atlantic Avenue and after we bought them we discovered that the legs were a bit warped, the seats a bit scratched, and Dave was pissed off every time he sat in one of them. We had them just under a year and then sold them at a loss when we moved to the house on 30th street.

As it is turning out, I'm loving the Eames chairs in the dining room, and any fears that we overpaid are quelled by a quick search of ebay, where the chairs start high and then skyrocket, and where sets of 8 are exceedingly rare. There are some scratches that we'll have to learn not to see, and we'll spend a little money replacing some of the feet, but I think we still got a good deal, and the seller got a fair price. This is one of the goals in buying vintage.

It could have worked out differently, though. The teal could have been hideous in context, the feet exorbitantly expensive, the scale all wrong for the room, etc. Then we would have had an expensive mistake on our hands, and we would have been on ebay trying to sell them off again. So I thought I would share some tips on buying vintage. Consider these the Lessons I Refuse to Learn.

1. Do your research. While it can feel like there is the pressure of losing out on a purchase if you wait, you usually have time to do a little research. In our case, before heading out to see the chairs we should have checked out the going rate on ebay (although I had a sense of it from looking for one of these chairs in Boulder), as well as looked into the price of replacement parts so I would know what I was dealing with. If we had know that replacement feet cost $25/set of 4, we could have negotiated a better price on the chairs. The more you know, the more you will feel confident in your offer, and the less regrets you'll have later, whether you ultimately get the piece or not.

2. With small items (small price tag and physically small), buy what you love. You'll find a place for it.

3. Take a picture. This serves two purposes: it allows you to see the piece from a different perspective, and it allows you to sit on it and "bring it home" if you can't physically bring it home.

4. Ask to take it home. You likely can't do this with anything particularly large, but it's worth asking. I recently brought home two 1960s painted portraits on 24-hour approval. It took the pressure off the purchase and allowed me to decide if I really loved them or if I just felt I had to because now they were mine. (I kept them)

5. Even in an antique store, ask if the price is firm. There's often room to negotiate, but be reasonable. You want everyone to walk away happy.

6. Don't carry a lot of cash. If you love a piece, you can ask the seller to hold it while you get money. This cuts down on impulse purchases and allows you to walk away and consider.

7. Inspect the piece carefully before handing over the money. I've made this mistake more than once, either because I didn't want to hurt the seller's feelings or because I got nervous in the negotiation or because the piece was against a wall/on a table/in the dark. Take your time!

- Check the BACKS of things (I once bought a dresser that turned out to be water stained on the back)
- Check the legs, which can be chipped or broken (I recently bought a small side table that turned out to have a chunk of wood missing on one leg)
- Check the UNDERSIDES for rust or water damage (okay, this one has never happened to me, but it sure could)
- Sit in chairs, and put them on the flattest surface you can find to make sure they are level (a la the yellow chairs)

If a dealer isn't willing to let you pull out, sit in, or turn upside down a piece of furniture, walk away.

7. Make an offer, then don't nickel and dime. Once, in a Paris flea market, I forgot the conversion rate (approximately five francs to one dollar at the time), haggled mercilessly, then walked away. In retrospect, it turned out I was fighting over a dollar. This is a waste of everyone's time and energy.

8. Stick to your guns. If you have a bottom dollar, hold steady. The seller may be willing to meet you, or you may walk away, but you'll know you did the right thing.

You can see the new chairs in the background of this photo (with the added bonus of adorable Eleri). They made me reconsider certain things about the room, in a good way. I'm working on curtains and wallpaper and the chandelier, and will post the big reveal when it's all done.

Monday, September 6, 2010

The Great Minnesota Get Together

That's right, it's State Fair time, and since we live here now, I found myself confronted with a question: am I a Fair person, or no? In answer, consider that at least five times in the first half hour of our visit I told Dave, or mumbled under my breath, or spoke to the universe in general: I hate it here. The crowds! The smells! The lack of order in the lines! The slow-walkers, the stroller-roller-over-feeters, the gaggles, the strings of people going this way and that!

Yet. We spent five hours there instead of my original estimate of 2ish. The girls loved it. We saw baby piglets suckling the biggest sow I've ever seen. Clio got to pet a brand new chick. We ate delicious thing we otherwise would not have eaten. Why is it that Fair accomplishments are measured in food? At an (unrelated) picnic yesterday, we asked for recommendations of what to do on our Fair visit, and all of the suggestions were what we should eat.

So, for the record:

- Real Lemonade

- Fried marshmallow-chocolate-banana sandwich (the girls were each allowed a bite and each declared "I don't like it" despite the powdered sugar, to which I replied "great, more for Mommy" and to which Dave replied "great, less for the girls.")
- Popcorn chicken (the girls)
- Pronto Pup (Dave. Yes, the elimination diet has been eliminated)
- Chicken Skewers (Me, Nonny, Papa)
- Fries
- Tom Thumb Donuts (even better than I remember. My mom says we used to go to the talent show with our friends the Ericson girls and EACH get our OWN bag. Splitting them 5 ways seemed more like it)
- Chocolate-Vanilla twist ice cream cones

- Minnesota Apples

We were also divested of our monies at the Kidway, where a ticket is 75 cents and most rides cost 5 tickets, so you do the math. (Okay, actually, thank you Papa, for bank-rolling this portion of the days entertainment.) Plus Eleri was too small to go on most rides without a (ticketed) adult. That can add up!

Two years ago we tried to get Clio on a ride, with mixed results. The operator actually stopped this one to get her off:

And then she decided to try again, with no better outcome even with Nonny along for the ride.

This year, the tears came when we had to forcibly remove the children from the rides when they rolled to a stop, such was the joy of the kiddie-rides. (Each ended with the resounding chorus of More!)

My favorite of the day was probably the mini-giant slide, which the girls went down with Dave, me, and my mom. There is an actual GIANT slide at the fair, and apparently the guy who built it has built, like, 40 of them and is a millionaire. His daughter got married at the top of this one, and the whole wedding party slid down, which is really pretty adorable as far as appropriate theme weddings go. And hey, look, a picture with all four of us in the frame! Bonus.

After the ice cream (about an hour into the time when Eleri's nap should have been), things slowly unraveled. Our final stop was the agriculture building, where I was hoping to see some prize-winning peppers and giant pumpkins, seeing as we're on this home garden kick and the girls are all about picking raspberries from the bush on the side of our house. Instead I discovered that Minnesota has a wine country and you can get flights of wine at the fair (though what to pair it with is a mystery, as I don't recommend drinking wine with anything that comes on a stick. Call me elitist), and got super psyched for next weekend's Excelsior Apple Days, the arboretum, and future apple picking excursions, so thanks for that, Hall of Agriculture.

We're beat tonight and we'll probably all have a food hangover tomorrow. Do I need to go back? Not for about 362 days. But who knows, maybe I'll turn into a Fair person after all.