Somehow these August days have called for August lazy movie days, and I’ve been able to get through some movies I’ve saved up in the good ol’ Netflix queue for some time now. If you’re looking for something new to dive into for an afternoon film, I’ve got some feedback to share. . . Continue Reading
If you are a lover of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants – and honestly, why wouldn’t you be? – then you are likely a follower of its creator Ann Brashares. Her latest YA novel, The Here and Now, follows Prenna, a girl who came back from 2095 due to complete climate disaster along with hundreds of other time immigrants. They live amongst the regular folk, hiding from the fact that an enormous plague will soon be distributed by mosquitos. She marvels at the ease with which she can plant a flower and watch it grow, and can swim in the ocean on a hot day.
Brunch = the greatest meal of the day AND the best part of the weekend. At Egg Shop, after waiting for an hour and fifteen minutes with Kyra, I was not disappointed. We were given a seat right in the front window, and the staff opened it wide open so we had a really lovely breeze. Continue Reading
We’re on a pottery kick this week for sure! Coincidentally, both of us have fallen hard for the beauty of ceramics. Also, coincidentally, both ceramicists are male? Anyway, even if you’re not a fan of ceramics yourself, you still should check out this studio I found for the next gift on your list to buy. . . Continue Reading
Flipping through an issue of House Beautiful from this past spring (I’m behind on magazines – you should see the stack on my nightstand!) I was completely disarmed by the ceramics of Ben Fiess. Based in Minnesota, Ben created his own glaze and is currently interested in how the pattern cutting and textures of clay can translate to textiles and clothes.
The McCarren Hotel in Williamsburg, Brooklyn has a saltwater pool off its lobby – apparently one of the largest in New York City. Pools in the city are extremely hard to come by, and this one requires you to buy a day pass for $60. That buys you one towel (unless you arrive 5 minutes late in which case they completely run out), access to the pool (which you must elbow your way into), and approx. 1/2 of a cushioned bench (but you have to race your way to it, possibly fight with people for it, and crawl all over other people’s half naked bodies every time you want to jump in the pool or refill your water glass). This pool made for A LOT of cranky people, who realized that they paid $60 for a scam, nowhere to sunbathe, and bad service. I did not care a hoot! I had so much fun with Kyra. We ordered watermelon gazpacho, white wine (they ran out of frozen beverages, beer, and rosé), and just read our books right on the sides of the crowded pool. This is a great idea for people who don’t have Mon-Fri jobs when it must be significantly less busy.
A+S loves Elizabeth Gilbert (check out Kyra’s review of The Signature of All Things and mine of Stern Men about Maine lobstermen that I read while in Maine eating lobster). I also love stories about men in the American West, riding horses and living in teepees. The Last American Man is about Eustace Conway, a man who lives in the Virginia woods and makes it his life’s mission to teach others about wild animals and plants and being respectful of the natural world. At first, I swooned over Eustace; he seemed so peaceful and simple and capable. Well, so did a lot of women. Eustace is those things, but he is also very, very exacting, demanding, and difficult. The …. I don’t want to say hypocrisy… maybe dichotomy? That’s it. The dichotomy of Eustace is his perpetual internal struggle: being one with wild, untouched land and truly at home in nature, but also being completely relentless and impatient with other human beings when they cannot or do not think and act exactly as he does.
Yet another July has come and gone, which means yet another long weekend in Newport, Rhode Island. I am so enamored with Newport’s tiny scattered beaches lined with mansions and cliffs, the plentiful seafood dinners along the wharves, and most especially the colors of the houses and storefronts. They are so vivid and usually dotted with window boxes of daisies. But because the bright colors are on such historic, old friendly buildings they look charming instead of garish. I spent a morning wandering the crooked downtown streets with my camera admiring the colors and textures.