Showing posts with label Art a Whirl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art a Whirl. Show all posts

Monday, May 20, 2013

Art-a-Whirl

Yesterday, we headed down to my father in law's (and mother in law's) studio at the Q'arma building to check out Art-a-Whirl and see The Sudden Lovelys perform outside the 331.  We succeeded in the first goal, including watching my father-in-law sell a painting, seeing lots of pottery, seeing my mother-in-law's beginning of a silk scarf, checking out all the old church stuff for sale, ala Pickers, bumping into my father-in-law's old flatmate who recently moved his glass studio, and finding Eryn a huge bag of six flavors of cotton candy that she managed to eat all in one sitting (with some help from Poppa).  What we didn't succeed in doing was going to see The Sudden Lovelys because the skies opened up and poured rain.  I braved it just long enough to buy the last two egg rolls from Rainbow under their tent just outside Q'arma, but after that we were done for the evening, despite their assurances there was a tent.

I bought Eryn a neat little glass penguin for her birthday party at the end of the month.  I felt pretty sneaky buying it under her nose without her noticing.

I did enjoy seeing this piece of sculpture (the same artist does metal mesh penguins and seals and a very cool metal mesh rhino with a wood horn) so close on the heals of the Almanzo 100.  It looked like something Kyle, Ming, and I could have all pedaled together.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Art a Whirl Kiltastic

At the Art a Whirl in North Minneapolis the weekend before this one. This guy and the woman who asked me if the microbrew coop served free beer were my favorite characters. Unbeknownst to her, it was serving free beer, but only because I had a growler of Town Hall IPA I was pouring out to anyone who asked for a glass.

A closer picture. I can do this look. I'm not saying I can pull it off. but I can do it. I have my sport kilt for getting into bicycling shorts in public. It's red you know. If we were to stand side by side we'd look like a bad Scottish Christmas card.

Not as funny, but I think it's amusing that it ended up being a picture of Chef Hack.