Finnegan’s has been hopping. As in, the parking situation has stretched out into distant fields kind of hopping. I’m happy for them – it’s great to see so many people coming to Hudson every weekend! More friends for Panda to make. This past visit, she got a nice little piece of fish – I’m not sure who enjoys going to the market more, at this point.
Since I fall hard for miniature anything, I brought home a little collection of antique bottles I purchased from several different vendors. They’re tiny. And I love them. Eleven bucks.
(Beautiful wood dish is from Blisscraft & Brazen)
It’s been a little quiet on this blog of late, partly due to the usual ongoing careful management of health-related things but also, mostly, due to the percolation of a few projects. The first one being my NEW WEBSITE, which I am so excited about! It should be launching sometime within the next month (vague? Yep, but as a designer I have learned to grin and bear the persnickety, fickle nature of deadlines) and my integrator is currently working his magic on it. I can’t wait – long, LONG overdue.
The other project is one that I’ve been sitting on for quite some time. I loved the idea, and wanted to do something about it, but having a chronic illness that requires thoughtful diligence makes you hesitate. A lot. That being said, the thing about life (brace yourself, this is something you’ve only heard five zillion times) is that you kind of have to heed all those quote clichés once in a while and carpe the day, seize the damn diem, or what have you. So that’s what I’m doing.
I’m throwing a craft fair, here in Hudson, at the end of the summer. It’s called Bohème, and you are all invited – all eight of you who read my blog that is, and if you’re feeling kind, anybody with whom you share this information with.
Am I afraid I’m going to blow it? Yes, yes I am. I can think of so many junctures at which I could screw this up. But it could also be wonderful – fun, and festive, and community-building, and fun, and indie-celebrating, and tasty, oh and also FUN. p.s. fun doesn’t look like fun once you’ve written it more than a few times.
Luckily for me, I have a very good friend and colleague who is helping me navigate the process. The growing pains are tough and the hours are long, but things are coming together and I couldn’t be more thrilled. I’m currently working on finalizing a venue, the application forms are up (makers, designers, food artisans, take note! The deadline is July 10th!), and I’m gathering up an accomplished jury to curate the heck out of this thing. In the immortal words of Wham! : If you’re gonna do it, do it right.
Summertime in Hudson is the best – our weekends are packed with visitors, barbecues, trips to Finnegan’s, shopping at 2 Barn Owls, snacks at Mikko’s, walks on the beach, and on it goes. People love coming here, and I want to share that love with as many as possible. I can’t think of a better way to accomplish this than by organizing a festive day of shopping, snacking and celebrating the talent of our independent Canadian makers and designers. I hope you join us :)
I can’t believe it’s June! After a pretty unforgiving winter, the warm breezes and blanket of green sure feel good. Finnegan’s has been going strong since May, but I got flattened by a tummy bug for almost a month so I had some catching up to do. Luckily this past Saturday was sunny and beautiful so we packed up Panda and headed out. Panda got some delicious salmon skin from the lovely kind folks who run the smoked fish/meat stall, and I found a pretty pair of earrings – sparkly, fresh tear drops to brighten up any day. Four bucks.
If you live anywhere on the Eastern seaboard, right now your social media feeds are full of snow. IT SNOWED, people. In a big way. While I will always envy my city friends for various spontaneities and conveniences, the quiet beauty after a snowfall around our place is second to none. Also, it doesn’t take a week for snow removal to come. But I digress.
It’s also Panda’s moment. Her very favouritest. When your dog is the Scarface of snow, you go for walks. Many, many walks! This morning’s was particularly beautiful… Keep warm, keep safe, and enjoy the pretty.
Photos by me and my hubby Christian.
Two Saturdays ago was our last Finnegan‘s outing of the year. It was bittersweet – half the vendors were already gone, there was a chill in the air, the skies were dark. People were giving each other hugs and wishing each other a good winter – it felt a bit like the end of camp. I bought a bag of beautiful deep red Empire apples from the Verger Hudson stall and we made our way into the barn, where a box full of silvery goodies awaited us.
Christian had been eyeing a silverware set for about three years – yup, three years, that’s how we shop. I love pretty silverware and was willing to wait for just the right set; that is to say, affordable on top of all the other requirements I had in my head. Call me a weirdo, but there’s so much to be particular about when it comes to just about anything, and for me that includes silverware (although, being particular does not lend itself well to shopping on a budget – which is why it often takes us years to buy stuff). The proportions, the weight, the length of the fork tines, the spoons – oh my gosh, the SPOONS. Perfectly round soup spoons, please. I don’t know why this is so important to me, but it is. This set included the best dessert spoons I’ve ever seen – perfectly proportioned, with a matte gold bowl. So pretty.
Salvatore’s stall is a fixture in the barn: beautiful serving pieces, silverware and accessories, and always a sweet little dog (one of their several) taking a nap in the chair at the back. We negotiated a special end-of-the-season price and he was kind enough to polish and sharpen all the knives for us – although now we’re afraid to use them. Thank-you to Salvatore and his wife for making our last purchase of the season so memorable. Until next spring, Finny’s.
Last Saturday’s torrential downpour put a damper on our weekly Finnegan’s outing so we decided to tackle my art wall project. There’s a big blank wall in my office that I had destined to become a mini art gallery – three years after moving in, I’d finally collected a sufficient amount of pieces to at least fill a good part of it. I started by arranging everything on the floor in our living room. Christian measured the wall I wanted to cover and marked out the width and height with tape on the floor, and we noted where the light switch, dog food (not shown ;) and filing cabinet were positioned along that wall.
I’m pretty happy with how it turned out – it’s a fun collection of artwork, prints and photographs. There’s a lot more wall left to fill so I have years of satisfying flea market foraging ahead of me…
I’m so lucky to have original artwork and prints by both friends and family, and some antique pieces handed down to us from Christian’s lovely mom – they do a nice job of balancing the more random items that had caught my eye at Finnegan’s. Looking forward to filling in the gaps over the next few years. Thank-you to Christian for the photographs! <3
I’ve been slowly collecting pieces in order to assemble an art wall in my office – I’m pretty close to a full wall, and this lovely print definitely fit the bill. It’s called “Out of the Stubble” by Archibald Thorburn, and according to this print it’s a special supplement to the “Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic News” August 28, 1897. Thirty bucks, perfectly beat up wood frame included.
Well, nothing horrible has happened to our pet family in a few weeks so I think it’s safe to go back to my regularly scheduled programming.
My Finnegan’s Flea Market finds have been multiplying nicely – time to hurry up and start sharing them with you. This week it’s all about the perfect pitcher. Whether it’s to accompany a fragrant cup of tea with a splash of milk or to fill with wildflowers, who doesn’t need a pitcher (or five). This charming little number has a woodland pheasant scene that I couldn’t resist. Seven bucks.
This Saturday at Finnegan’s was a memorable one. Hot, sunny, full of people, and I got to spend it with my dear friend Lauren, her wonderful husband Kevin and their adorable baby boy Gideon. Lauren is a girl who knows her housewares so I was happy that they went home with a little treasure trove of loot – as for me, I had been looking for a gardening hat and I finally found one. Pinky striped awesomeness. Five bucks.
A special thank-you to my Christian for the picture! <3
New column! It’s summertime in Hudson, and that can only mean one thing: Finnegan’s Flea Market! We live ten minutes away so health permitting, we go pretty much every Saturday. Things started slowly in rainy May but this past Saturday it was going like gangbusters. Each visit Panda makes about a million new friends and we usually pick up a little something or three. Here’s my loot from last weekend: three hinged (which means they fit me, for once) cloisonné bracelets. Six smackeroos.