So we should have been home last night around 7, but rolled in around midnight. SO good to see the schnauzers. And sleep in my own bed. And catch up on blog reading, since I'm still up early now.
Trip posts commencing soon!
So much to tell, and so many pictures to share, please know it's all coming soon. We fly out tomorrow midday and arrive back in Kansas City around 630pm. After a weekend of laundry and lounging with the schnauzers I'll have posts galore.
While we're on food, let me mention Berthillon, the French ice cream maker. We stopped in at their flagship store on the Ile de St. Louis this morning for a cone. Boyfriend had a dense, not overly sweet chocolate, and I had a creamy praline, and both were outstanding. Should you ever find yourself somewhere that has it available, have some. Don't think, just have some.
Tomorrow is the flea market, you can imagine my excitment!
The auction house publishes photos on their website, and it looks like tomorrow's sale is chock-full of good stuff. Red Wing crocks, good vintage bookends, architectural prints, some Danish modern cabinets and other good furniture of all kinds. I'm heading to the auction for one thing however, the breakfront secretary pictured above.
With any luck this post will serve as the Before picture. It's hard to tell from the photo, but I've watched the video (yeah, our auction house is all uptown!) and this piece has plenty of bumps and scratches. It's definitely a candidate for some paint work from me.
My eleven foot square den, like most of my house, is in tans and browns and blacks. The breakfront appears to be shallow (fingers crossed) and would be perfect with storage below and some much-needed bookshelf space above. It would also provide some much needed height in the room. The plan is to remove that wavy pediment on top and paint it a glossy, pale blue-green with an even paler gray interior. New hardware in chrome would be a nice update as well. The description says it has bubble glass, which I'm not sure if I like or not.
Cross your fingers that the auction gods smile on me. Also cross your fingers that I can fall asleep on the plane without spending a fortune on drinks.
UPDATE: The breakfront turned out to be really small, too small for the place I wanted it use it. So the search for the perfect piece continues.
1. I started my blog because I was frustrated by the shrillness of the commenting community at Joe.My.God. I described my blog as "Politics, Culture, Decorative Accessories." What I've discovered is that writing about politics and culture is exhausting, so much so that I've published exactly one post. Writing about what I love, painting furniture, estate sale finds, decorating and design, is exciting. Finding a community of smart, witty, like-minded souls has been exhilarating. I'm less Towleroad and more Eddie Ross, and I'm fine with that.
2. When I turned 21 and could get into bars and clubs, I thought my world would blow wide open. What I found was that in my little group, I was the wallflower. So I got a job as a bartender at a little neighborhood gay bar here in KC. I tried waiting tables once and I was terrible, I was however, a really good bartender. Making drinks is really the smallest part of the job.
3. If you ask me where I met my spouse, I will tell you we met at a party. That's true, in a sense. The lesson is that anything can happen, anytime, anywhere, even in the last place you'd expect it.
4. Like HG, I own a scooter. It's an Aprilia Mojito, in black. I don't license it because it's a 49 cc engine, but it goes faster because I had the governor removed. I look forward to someday living in a place where I can drive it more than my car.
5. My first job when I was 16 was a part-time sales associate in the Men's department at Macy's. Whenever inventory rolled around I was invariable saddled with counting something tiny like socks or flatware.
6. I love Las Vegas. I love that things are either shiny and new, or tattered and run down, and rarely anything in between. I love that when something no longer serves it's purpose they will level it and begin again. I love that while we know it's a losing proposition, Las Vegas makes us want to come and play and be someone we normally aren't.
7. My right thumb is bigger than my left thumb, because I have bowled since I was eight years old.
If I were tagging I would tag HG and Decorina, but that's already been taken care of. I'm off the hook! Actually there are a few others I'd tag, but I don't feel I know them well enough yet. Enjoy your Sunday!
Boyfriend feels mildly guilty that we're taking a big vacation as things seem so generally grim, but I'm welcoming the break. It seems senseless to me to worry over things I can't control, so I won't. Instead we will visit la Tour Eiffel and Notre Dame, roam the flea market at Port de Vanves, learn about the French, and hopefully represent to them that we are basically good, in spite of the last eight years.
I hope that I'll fall in love with France. That years from now on a plane bound for Charles de Gaulle, I will think back and say to Boyfriend "Remember our first trip to Paris? Remember how scary things seemed? Thank God we woke up from that long, bad dream."
There's so much to do in the next few days. Posting here is always spotty at best, but I hope to check in when I can. I'm also hoping that I'll be able to post from the apartment we've rented near the Moulin Rouge. (Don't worry, we've read the guide books, we know not to bother going!)
But in case I get caught up in the adventure, have a great couple of weeks Internet. I'll be back soon, hopefully with photos to share, and great stories to tell. A votre sante!
I couldn't tell you what either candidate said, it was so dull at some point I think all I picked up was voice tone. One thing I did notice however, was how McCain worked in the word "Friend" whenever possible.
I don't think John McCain is a bad man. Far from it, he's spent the better part of his adulthood in our nation's service when he could have been a do-nothing President of Marketing for his wife's company. That service certainly matters. But John McCain is not a friend, and here's why.
John McCain no doubt knows gay people. He actively employs at least one gay man, Mark Buse, and quite likely others (a WHOLE other issue that we won't get into now). I don't think for a moment that Mr. McCain gives a rat's ass who sleeps with who. Choosing Sarah Palin as his running mate, however, shows an absolute willingness to pander to people who care a great deal. People who spend their time and money, and in some cases make their living, by working to deny me the very same rights afforded heterosexual Americans. People who view me as flawed, sick, damaged, or worse. People who would deny me dignity, and in the extreme, the right to live.
Overly dramatic? Maybe. But as Sarah Palin spoke to a crowd in Clearwater, Florida today, whipping them into a froth with her " Obama pals around with terrorists" schtick, someone in the audience called out "Kill him!" She neither paused nor reacted. When faced with bigotry, and I have to believe that's what it was, I don't recall anyone suggesting the murder of a white candidate recently, Sarah Palin, her mouth reciting the talking points given to her, remained silent.
Friends defend us. Friends stand up to intolerance. Friends speak out in the face of the casual devaluation of human life. Sarah Palin, and John McCain, are not our friends.
My friend Jim mentioned that he grew butternut squash this year but didn't really know what to do with them. I told him to bring me a couple and I'd make him (and me!) some butternut squash bisque.
Today was cool and rainy all day long, so after getting home from work and walking and feeding the dogs, I got to work in the kitchen.
The recipe I use is the butternut squash bisque recipe from allrecipes.com. The squash are a pain to peel (use a potato peeler) so I usually make a double batch. Two good sized squash are about the 8 cups peeled and cubed (large cubes) you need. The recipe calls for a bit of nutmeg, which I'm pretty free with. I also add roasted garlic and a good little bit of cumin. Salt and pepper liberally, stir in some cream or half-and-half and it's ready.
I made a turkey wrap sandwich to go with, and sat them on the end table in preparation for Dancing With the Stars (who knew Lance Bass could dance a viennese waltz?!). Coming back from the kitchen, Mr. Alex was caught making a play for my wrap, which he promptly dropped between the end table and the arm. So he spent a bit of time in the laundry room instead of curled up next to me on the sectional while I ate.
Drama aside, the soup was good!
The stool above was off in a corner of a basement workshop at a rather lackluster sale I hit on Saturday. Covered in cobwebs I kind of looked past it at first, then started noticing it had a nice slender line. Closer inspection revealed some really old turquoise paint with heavy wear. I took it back to the workshop, cleaned it up, gave it a coat of clear polyurethane, and it was ready to go. I think it would be great in an empty corner with a huge urn or figural sculpture. As my booth inventory is sorely lacking in huge urns and statuary, a planter and a pair of old Fitz & Floyd monkey candlesticks are filling in.
At a sale last weekend I picked up the little round stand pictured above. It was dark stained pine and while not in the basement, still covered with dust. After cleaning and deglossing and three coats of ivory paint all it needed was a rubdown with some antiquing glaze and a coat of poly and voila, sweet little table that could fit in anywhere. The old plate tray (in rough shape, it would be ideal for filling with candles, and priced accordingly!) and Homer Laughlin ironstone pitcher are auction finds that have been hanging out on the shelf at the workshop waiting for the right place and time.