Saturday Well Spent

Last Saturday, D and I spent our time in the city--Artopolis at the Merchandise Mart first. Our grad intern was in the grad portion of the show--go Leilani! Not a single thing within our price range as far as the eye could see, but a lot of gorgeous art and antiques. . . I even breathed right on a Miro painting. Weird and fabulous.

This was my favorite painting of the thousands there:


Made me wish I had some big awesome, wide open modern home to hang it in.


Puppet Bike right outside the Merch Mart. A super fancy, bejeweled woman stopped Dan and me and thanked us for being delighted by the puppet show. I guess where she works in fancy town, everyone is too high brow to appreciate puppet animals dancing to old blues and jazz favorites. how sad for those people. . .


Absolutely terrifying. Right? Am I wrong? This is a bronze sculpture of Ronald McDonald outside of Rock'n'Roll McDonald's. How does this not scare children away?

A quick hot dog stop, more walk through the city, a stop at P.O.S.H and then up north to meet friends for dinner in Andersonville.

If you live in Chicago and you've never had Reza's baked feta cheese. . . you're crazy. Go there tonight. They're still open. Eat it. You'll be glad you did.

Puppet Bike Detail

Happy Surprise

Saw the Puppet Bike of Chicago last night before dinner with my man and friends at Reza's up on North Clark. I've seen him plenty of times downtown. . . usually somewhere near the Art Institute. But we haven't been back to the old neighborhood for a while, so we weren't expecting him there.

Nice to see a bunny and a dog dancing to big band swing in a nostlagic blue light, unexpectedly. The cold has been trapping us at home and the snow is going nowhere, so seeing anything unexpected is surprisingly powerful.

The pup and bun made me laugh and laugh and laugh--on a day when I was crabby crabby crabby--and D leaned over and said in response to my laughing, "You're easy."

And he's right. Yah to the Puppet Bike for raising my spirits mid-Winter.