I’ve posted a beefilicious recipe for short rib barley soup over at Simple Good and Tasty. It’s velvety delicious. Check it out!
This morning Supergirl and Saint James were perched at the laptop while I got their breakfasts together when I heard Supergirl say Hey, google pole dancer! Even in my undercaffeinated state of grog, I whirled around with a snap. What? What? Everyone FREEZE! I blame my yelling “freeze” on the fact that Doctor Dash and I just finished watching Season 2 of The Wire last night. I may even have pointed a frozen waffle at their foreheads, but I holstered it pretty damn quick. The two of them actually kind of look like each other when they are giving me “the look.” You know what I mean. The look you might give a monkey dressed in bell bottoms and a fake beard running around with a butcher knife – like, is this funny or is this serious?
Me: WHY do you want to google pole dancer?
Supergirl: (with eye roll) Just to look at one.
Me: WHY do you want to look at a pole dancer?
Supergirl: I don’t know. pause pause. I like them.
Me: What? Why? WHAT? WHY? Why do you say you like pole dancers?
Supergirl: I don’t know, you know. And here she hops off the stool and starts doing a little soft shoe number and jazz hands in her pajamas, singing da na na na bum bum de bum pum . . .
Me: Are you tap dancing?
Supergirl: Ya, like those peanuts who wear suits. They dance with a pole.
Me: There’s only one of those guys. And that’s a cane.
Supergirl: Same thing.
Me: Not at all.
The holidays are fast approaching, and like it or not, we’re going to be dropping some cash in an effort to buy that elusive perfect gift for the peeps in our lives. I’ve been meaning to revisit the 3/50 Project (remember? spend $50 bucks a month in 3 local stores) for AGES, and now is a perfect time to think about supporting our local businesses. Chances are, if we step into that little antique store or flower shop around the corner, we’re going to find something a lot more interesting than we ever would at Target. Instead of clogged parking, jostling carts and long lines, we’ll get to browse, chat, connect, possibly learn something new and feel our roots in this city spread out and down. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, if we want small, independent, local businesses to thrive, we have to support them. They are the reason we love our neighborhoods the way we do, so shop up, my beauties!
This weekend is a good time to start! The 50th and Xerxes 8th Annual Holiday Shop and Stroll is being held this Saturday November 20 from 10-6 and Sunday November 21 from 12-5. Everything will be 20% off and trust me, from what I saw today, the stores are chocked full and dressed to the nines for the holidays. I highly recommend a look-see.
Specifically, don’t miss The Vintage Studio. I’ve been meaning to send you all over there for quite a while. In fact, if you’ve seen me in my super sexy seventies silver chain belt, then I probably already have. If you drive up and down 50th a zillion times a day like I do, then you might have seen the sweet little shop tucked in the old Shop in the City space. It’s definitely worth popping in, even if vintage isn’t your thing. Owner, Karen Kinney-McMullan, has a beautifully edited and displayed collection of clothes, jewelry, barware, belts and other pretty baubles. You feel like you’ve stepped into Diane von Fustenberg’s boudoire circa 1968. Chic and sexy – it’s the perfect place to pick up a smart little clutch or a new choker for all those holiday parties. Her stuff is cool, affordable (it really, truly is) and most importantly, unique. Why order a bracelet from J. Crew (don’t get me wrong, their jewelry is super cute) when you can get the real thing right in your neighborhood? Who wouldn’t rather have a cocktail ring with a story? Plush supper clubs, smoky speakeasies, grand dinner parties, epic love affairs . . . If a brooch could talk.
The Vintage Studio is located at 3016 W. 50th Street, Minneapolis, MN
Right across the street is an old fave of mine, Gallery 360. I have always been able to find unique and beautiful things in this store and it is an absolute treasure trove of gifts – anything from paintings to pot holders to ceramics to rockin’ leather cuffs. It’s almost impossible to describe the breadth and variety of beautiful handcrafted pieces, except to say it’s sort of magical. Owner, Merry Beck, has a knack for bringing together and celebrating largely local artists and artisans who create things that are sometimes quirky, sometimes edgy, always beautiful. I don’t think there is one person in my family who hasn’t gotten something from Gallery 360.
Gallery 360 is located at 3011 West 50th Street, Minneapolis, MN
Just like no one should be buying a clutch from a big box store, no one should be buying soccer cleats from one either. We’ve been going to Planet Soccer on Lyndale for a couple years now and every time we walk out of there, I’m so glad we chose to go north on Lyndale instead of south. Saint James likes a little flair on his feet and found a pair of lavender and orange cleats that are just the coolest. His indoor soccer shoes are a relatively conservative black, but they’ve got hot pink soles and laces. And if your mini soccer player wants a real Barcelona or AFA jersey, this is the place. Again, balls, cleats, jerseys, socks, shin guards – it’s all stuff we’d be buying anyway, so why not throw our dollars in the direction of this cool little store? Dick’s Sporting Goods doesn’t need me. Sports Mart doesn’t need me. But Planet Soccer? I think they kind of do. So why not?
Planet Soccer is located at 2716 Lyndale Ave. S., Minneapolis, MN
And if any of you are going through farmers market withdrawal like I am, get ye to Tangletown Gardens post haste. Aside from being a breath of fresh air and one of the prettiest of our neighborhood garden stores, they have a farm where they grow all sorts of heirloom veggies all summer long. Admittedly, I was so wrapped up in our various farmers markets this summer that I had sort of forgotten about this and their CSA, but last Sunday I stopped in to browse and walked out with four different kinds of potatoes and a dozen eggs. It just might be time for a bodacious frittata. And you know what else? I am hooked on fresh local eggs. Hooked, I tell you! I’ll never go back, not as long as I can help it. Who knew yolks could be orange? Gorgeous. Even as winter approaches, especially as winter approaches, Tangletown Gardens is a pretty little escape with the kids – follow it up with some custard or hot cocoa at Liberty next door and you’ve got your Saturday afternoon.
Tangletown Gardens is located at 5353 Nicollet Ave. S., Minneapolis, MN
Sometimes I walk around carrying something in my mind, turning it over for days like a smooth rock in my palm, before taking one last look and putting it down somewhere safe. Then I stumble upon something else that makes me think of that first stone and I rush to pick it up again. Holding one in each hand, I see things I didn’t see before and as if by magic, the connection becomes clear: Why they struck my fancy to begin with. Why, among the reams of sounds, sights, and ideas that pass through my sieve of a brain without sticking, these were worth holding on to.
Here are some cool things I’ve stumbled upon in the recent weeks that seemingly had no connection up until the point when their connection was utterly undeniable. For lack of a better term, these all involve the “mash up.” Worlds, aesthetics, genres, technologies and moments in time colliding to create something new, and for me, irresistible.
Peevish Mama loves herself some cross-pollination.
The Bronx is a hard core punk band out of L.A. who just put out a mariachi album. For real and legit and totally catchy.
Art, architecture and technology = large scale mesmerization. Is that even a word?
This line of fabrics and wallpapers by a Scottish design firm called Timorous Beasties, is sick, subversive and sublime. The name alone is something I want to wallow in. I especially love the toile, which at first glance looks like the bucolic vistas stamped across tablecloths and throw pillows in the most proper of homes, but upon closer inspection reveal some serious heavy, sad, violent urban decay. Crack addicts, prostitutes and blighted landscapes on toile! So cool.
Men’s fashion meets ganstah swagger for the most clever thing I’ve read in ages. This tumblr feed called Fuck Yeah Menswear is seriously my newest favorite discovery and quite possibly my first web crush. Who are you FYM? I am intrigued, to say the least. Here’s just one of many brilliant examples:
You think I give a fuck about chambray?
Just make sure you bring my critters, bitch.
Tryna get WASPY.
Lilly P belts with the guns still tucked in them.
Volvo station wagons with boarding school girls still getting smashed in them.
Fuck with me real quick.
Turning out VIP with my squad.
Wrist on bling.
Making herbs Kiel over.
Left and right.
They can load up if they want.
Aim atcha boy.
Take shots at the throne.
But these workwear goons should know.
I never leave the cape without protection.
Got my hater blockers on too.
Clear lenses on smash.
Always watchin’ that money.
New or old.
I don’t give a fuck.
As long as I stay stacking cheddar.
Go to hell pants hand sewn by demons.
The same beasts.
Who haunt you.
When you flip through the pages.
Of that one Free & Easy.
Your cousin got you.
Because he lives near a Japanese bookstore.
The same beasts.
Frankie exorcised in ‘08.
When he took over The Crew.
Me and my clique.
Leavin’ chalk outlines.
Outside of the Pop Up Flea.
Peep these rugged clowns.
Forget The Bloods, son.
You got bigger problems.
We bleeding madras up in this motherfucker.
Almost forgot! I posted an article over at Simple Good and Tasty about Peace Coffee’s new bricks and mortar shop – it’s lovely, quirky and cool. Check it out.
When the glorified futon in the sunroom becomes known as the BARF LICE COUCH, it is high time to kick it to the curb. Good riddance, I say. Although BLC will be missed . . . by one small person, which, I suppose is appropriate, it being her barf and all.
Heh, that got your attention, did it? For those who need to know, check out my article over at Simple Good and Tasty. Moo.