If there’s one thing I feel like I’m missing, I think it’s more luxurious lunches. With waitresses who tie big, eloquent bows on their aprons. Oh, and fur coats fur-lined everything. PETA can’t be upset if my mink’s my grandmother’s, right? You’re onto something here, Hopper…
I was so pumped to learn Wayne Theibaud’s Boston Cremes and Pies, Pies, Pies were a part the Crocker Art Museum collection. And then I realized that Betty Crocker isn’t actually a real person — it’s named after the California Supreme Court Justice.
So while I had MY MOMENT of this being in the Betty Crocker Museum, I discovered Betty Crocker’s image is as boring as you’d think it’d be. As her image changed, artists reinvented the brunette, brownie-lovin’ broad to be
“a professional woman, approachable, friendly, competent and as comfortable in the boardroom as she is in the dining room.”
Dana Sherwood features plenty of sausages in her ink and watercolor drawings. Dying. Yes.
Is it spring yet? I’m just wanting to gallivant in extravagant dresses with beautiful (if androgynous), bouquet-holding individuals. With a parasol. Always a parasol.
Monet’s partner Camille posed as all the figures. Way to get creative with the red hair, Claude! That bun is surely something.
Well, I’m just going to hope and pray that the view outside my window looks like this tomorrow morning. Because I’ll tell you what — I’m just not ready for the weekend to be over. I’m just not.
Rose lighting, sheer sleeves, a total look of disinterest? I am all about this, but I would definitely be drinking from that decanter when that schmo’s talkin’ to the wall.
Does everyone’s Saturday brunch look this jumbled, or is just this hangover?
Guys, lighten up! It’s almost Friday! I don’t know about you, but I mean, I had a DAY OFF MONDAY and it still feels like a full blown work week! YEESH!
On a side note, Grant Wood painted American Gothic in a contest hosted by the Art Institute of Chicago in 1930. The man won third place, a cash prize of $300, and in the process, ticked off a whole bunch of Iowans. Wood said the work was an act of appreciation, saying, “I had to go to France to appreciate Iowa.”
Uh, sure. Kinda like how I appreciate my savings account by blowing it on Anthropologie sales.
I can’t speak for anyone else, but my New Year’s resolutions are totally biting the dust. I told myself that I’d work on swearing less, but…well, if you’re seeing me stuck in traffic, parallel parking, or experiencing anything generally exciting, you’ll know it’s not going well. And I mean, not going well at all.
So instead, I’ll resolve to do something I already do really well, which is be super artistic and creative and color more. I mean, I make to-do lists of things of I’ve already done, so this shouldn’t really be that surprising. To help you join me, I have a list of some adult coloring books that you can help yourself to here, here, and here.
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