Peanutbutter Pandemonium

This post's title is named after the Steward's ice cream flavor I had on the way home from my adventures this weekend with my adventure-er in crime Maria and I find it very fitting to describe my mind after the bombardment of art classics. We traveled over into the Berkshire mountains and somehow ended up in Impressionist Paris! The Sterling and Francine Clark Institute (aka The Clark) acts as a wormhole between here and France and if you stand long enough in front of Giovanni Boldini's art and squint in just the right light, you risk never returning.

The Spectrum

This post is dedicated to my good friend Claire who has inspired me to look for art dans la rue:

Shape Your Life

An interesting look at the work of Frank Lloyd Wright at the Guggenheim Museum

Whishy Washy Saturdays

I honestly couldn't complain. What 22 (and a half!) year old wouldn't love to have her nights and weekends free from the drudgery of work? I've been filling my time with book and movies (including an afternoon viewing of Date Night, which was hilarious despite the fact that there were only two of us laughing out loud--Americans are such inner-laughers, if laughers at all) But you know what they say about idle hands....

...they tend to bake cookies. and that my friends will make me fat. So I hope you will all enjoy the new plump me. It the meantime, enjoy photos of my early days in albany, when it wasn't so laborious to find labor positions.

Washington the Tiger and Saint Valentine got to the Mardi Gras Parade and left with Ashes.

This weekend has been a whirlwind of little known holidays and the big commercial giant, Valentine's Day. For my handsome boyfriend I crafted a pop-up card inspired by my friend Maria's make-up case from Sephora. Since Alice in Wonderland is his favorite book I figured it was kismet. It was a tricky business but I had fun recreating the Lewis Carroll characters.

From the rabbit hole we toured the strange adventures that Albany, NY has to hold. It was impossible to pass Washinton Park without stopping to skate infront of the beautiful theatre house. Good thing I always keep (forget) my skates in the backseat of my car. It was a very classic 'goodoldtime' way to pass the afternoon with the sun just peaking out of the snowy sky. The rest of the after noon was spent in the NY State Museum which is quite large and windy and filled with slightly creepy mannequins representing the industrial history of my new state. Some gems are the found hidden on the fourth floor, the antique carousel and the rocketcar, two must-sees.