Reading…

DSC_0080

William Trevor: The Collected Stories

I’m finding, after living here for five years, that St. Louis is full of unassuming, artistic, amazing, and generous people. Small chats about books we’re reading at a local coffee shop turn into friendly banter and eventually, the exchange of good books. I met Rod Shene, a local rare book aficionado, collector, and seller, last year and was quickly drawn to his soft-spoken, gentle personality. He is one of those people who genuinely listens to others, and has the kind eyes of someone who has experienced loss and hardship in his life. Also, he knows a good thing when he sees it.

I don’t know Rod well, but well enough to exchange small talk and ask for book recommendations from time-to-time. So imagine my surprise and joy when he placed in my hands this massive, 1200-page treasure of one of his very favorite authors, William Trevor, the day after I finished Fates and Furies (and found myself deeply sad because I hadn’t wanted it to end and had become so surprisingly attached to the characters and story). He insisted I keep it, or pass it on to another book-lover, so that is what I plan to do (are you this person???). I love the idea of paying it forward literature-style.

And the book, wow! It’s a collection of 85 short stories, all the perfect length to devour over a cup of coffee or just before turning in for the night. The characters, dialogue, and layers of each story I’ve read so far are fantastic. I also loved reading about Trevor’s thoughts on writing, found here.

“My stories have an awful lot to do with feelings, they aren’t to do with other realities. All kinds of feelings seem to me to be worth going on about in print, exploring and wondering about and being curious about,” Trevor says. “I write out of curiosity more than anything else. That’s why I write about women, because I’m not a woman and I don’t know what it’s like. The excitement of it is to know more about something that I’m not and can’t be.”

Check it out from your local library. You won’t be disappointed.

Dress That Mama: Fringe and Flowers

DSC_0026Something I’ve been wearing over and over again is this thick sweater-knit fringe vest I picked up last year. It goes with so many things, and I think it takes a cute outfit to the next level. An added bonus? It is really warm on those chilly October mornings. Vest: Wool & The Gang (but wait a bit, as these things go on sale and I got mine for half the price they’re now asking… or knit your own in one of their amazing colors!).

Also, I wanted to let you know about the huge sale going on at Shopbop (it’s 25% off everything through Thursday). It’s the only time I splurge on an item! Might be time to go for that winter coat?

Happy Wednesday!

Weekend Shenanigans

DSC_0081DSC_0075IMG_0115What a weekend! Beautiful weather with chilly fall nights… October is the best! On Friday, the older boys participated in their first elementary camp out. Andrew and I joked about needing to keep our phones close by in case anyone met illness or injury. Half joking, half serious, I remembered the conversation as I reached for my phone at 12am to respond to a text from one of Milo’s teachers; he was coughing and couldn’t sleep. It could have been worse; there was a campfire there. A sleepy car-ride there and back, a tearful and disappointed Milo back in his own bed by 1am, then a somewhat failed attempt to fall back to sleep all resulted in a crabby Saturday morning. We all trekked back out to pick up Oliver, who looked exhausted but happy. The whole campground/schoolyard was ablaze in sunlight and quickly warming. I was reminded of how much we love their school, their teachers, their classmates, all of it. It’s a good feeling to entrust your children into the care of people you admire…

Which segues well into the next part of our weekend: circus class.

DSC_0010DSC_0016All three boys are doing well and progressing and loving their classes, but Milo paves the way just by being oldest. His movement forward into the next level opens up a new world for us all every time. I’m continually amazed and humbled by this community and the attention they are willing and able to give each student, as well as the open arms we are greeted with. It is a place of learning and teamwork, of course, but it is different from other institutions we have experienced. Here, it’s like a family. DSC_0039DSC_0054And what they are learning, to trust each other, to listen, to humble themselves and to recognize the strength in others, are all things we want our boys to learn as they grow. They are learning how to use their bodies and to be confident, but they are also learning character. I am so proud of them, and so proud of this piece of St. Louis.

DSC_0064DSC_0069DSC_0070DSC_0087DSC_0088DSC_0085DSC_0082DSC_0096On Saturday we enjoyed the company of friends and neighbors at our house and enjoyed a little fire in the fire pit on our back deck. Welcoming new people into our inner circle felt refreshing and special. Sunday was more laid back, which we needed, and we spent most of it outside. Monday was a holiday from school, so I gathered up the boys nice and early with chocolate croissants from Comet Coffee (per request from Oliver, who described them as the best because they are so “flaky and tender and chocolatey” ha ha!) and headed to the Botanical Garden, where we haven’t visited in so long. It was nice and quiet, hardly anyone there for the whole morning, surprisingly. DSC_0097DSC_0102DSC_0115DSC_0116DSC_0120It reminded me of old times, when all three boys were home with me all the time, before full-time school, before any sort of schedules. And there we were, me taking the same pictures only with older boys, them jumping the same ways, only slightly higher, slightly farther. With longer hair and longer limbs, as though someone stretched them from crown to heel, right down to the hairs on their heads. It made me wonder where this blog is headed, if anywhere, other than a place to watch (as Milla so accurately described once) a life unfold. And I think I’m okay with that for now, as long as my boys are (or will hopefully be). But I’m beginning to understand that their place here is going to become less and less detailed and much more private as they grow older, out of respect for them. DSC_0132DSC_0133DSC_0139DSC_0148DSC_0159DSC_0168DSC_0175But for now, it unfolds. DSC_0182

Art I Love: Amy Judd

JuxtapozAmyJudd10JuxtapozAmyJudd11JuxtapozAmyJudd00

Sometimes I see art that just takes my breath away– London artist Amy Judd’s oil paintings do just that. The bold black backgrounds, the softness of skin and feathers, the space to breathe in the grey/blue backgrounds… there is something so calming and feminine about her work that just appeals to me.

The composition, light and positioning of the subject, creates curious images, which conjure up new “mythological” narratives or creatures within the paintings. A recurring theme is the use of Feathers as armour, and birds as familiars. The more surreal nude compositions are bold and strong, the feathers allude to strength, flight and bravery, rather than fragility.                    –Hicks Gallery

JuxtapozAmyJudd01Amy-Judd-Paintings_07Amy-Judd-Paintings_09This is art I would hang in our home, in grand scale, had I the extra thousands to spend on such beautiful work! Ah, wishes…