A cold and drizzly day here, but stalwart gallery and tent proprietors alike were out in St. Elmo this Saturday. We ambled along, and saw lots of wonderful things, created by our friends and neighbors. Who needs a mall? Who, indeed?
My neighbor Annie's amazing hats; contact me if you'd like to see more . . . She designs as she knits. This is just a small sampling:
Interesting sculptures from found objects by R. Michael Wimmer:
A cha-cha line of mugs:
Cookie decorating
Lookout Mountain Gallery was hopping:
A determined artist and art lover rounds the corner:
Stars above:
You could take the Incline home, should you live up above the clouds on Lookout Mountain:
Frank has been under the weather himself, sneezing and having to endure a course of amoxicillin, which has a bubble-gum scent to it. Poor cats, having to ingest something meant for children.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who stops here, and to everyone whose blog brings me much entertainment, enlightenment, and solace.
Your dominant hues are cyan and green. Although you definitely strive to be logical you care about people and know there's a time and place for thinking emotionally. Your head rules most things but your heart rules others, and getting them to meet in the middle takes a lot of your energy some days.
Your saturation level is higher than average - You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen.
Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively.
Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! --Humbert Wolfe, Autumn (Resignation)
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes. --Shelley, Ode to the West Wind
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found --Pope
A collage, taken by L, plus a short taste of our journey in movie format. We started out shopping for various items, then a quick stop at the Remaindered Book Store, where I got three great cookbooks, one by the somewhat peckish Jeremiah Tower. I had wanted to go to Applebee's, just across the way, based on the voice of the actor (remember Northern Exposure??) who does those commercials (I love the way he says "Applebeeeez") but L wasn't having it.
Instead, we had hot dogs at a new eatery, Good Dog. It was very delicious, but when I bit into a hot pepper on my Chicago dog, I had a coughing fit, which seemed to embarrass L, who then pretended she wasn't sitting across from me. I could tell.
Because I've been so busy, I haven't had time for a jaunt around, so this on was very welcome indeed. Even though L was mildly disgruntled, in a teenage funk kind of way.
A mural across from L's school. I keep forgetting to bring my camera when the painting is going on; I'll try to be better next week.