Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Lazy Girl Blog, Episode 4

David's Sculpture Garden
My brother David is a talented guy. He's an actor, singer and director. He also paints. And he make found-object sculptures. One of my first stops on the North Fork was his barn on Horton's Lane in Southold. The barn itself is chocked full of furniture, antiques, paintings, bric a brac and what-have- you. People love to stop by and walk through. Looking at all the stuff can produce a trance-like state.

But it's outside, in the fields next to the barn, where one can wander among David's unique, found-object sculptures and truly become mesmerized.
David and one of his works.
The rusted aesthetic meshes with
the scruffy nature of the fields,
filled with weeds and stones.
 There is a desultory effect to the decor.
 "Cat on a Pedestal"
Found-object cat on logs surrounded by a
stone garden and Queen Anne's Lace.
 Front view of "Cat on a Pedestal" with
other small sculptures in the foreground.
 "Cat on a Pedestal" has a voodoo quality.
 "Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man"
 David did this sculpture in collaboration with his nephew,
Jack Wedge.
Tin Man looks out across the neighboring potato fields.
 A view of the park in its entirety.

 David's business affords him ample raw material 
to create his sculptures.
 "Double Faucet"
 "UFO Signal Receiver"
David told me that he has not as yet received
any signals.
"UFO Signal Receiver" detail.
The skies are very clear over Southold, so David
could get a message at any time now.

A concrete cylinder hangs from a
work to balance it.

 Believe it or not, this ball was a wedding gift to
Ibrahim and Eileen.
The fact that David has it now, does not
bode well for the marriage.
Guess it was the proverbial ball and chain.

Resource material awaiting inclusion
in a work of art.
 Wild raspberries in David's field.
The Landing.
Markel Estate Liquidators (MEL)

If you got an antique that you want to sell,
Just call MEL...

And don't miss --
David's Sculpture Garden!

À Bientôt!

Monday, July 28, 2014

Lazy Girl Blog, Post Three, 2014

The Flower Thief
She started thinking about it on the first afternoon that she was in the village. What if I sneaked into a neighbor's backyard and cut some flowers from their Hydrangea bush. It did not look like anyone was home. But then, the people in these small villages all have eyes in the back of their heads. It would be inevitable that she would be seen. And there would be consequences. Maybe even the police called.

So she tamped down the idea, and thought, "I will just write a story about it. I will be a virtual flower thief."

On a hot July morning, after a storm had blown through in the early hours, and the breeze was still cooling, she took a walk through the village. "I will photograph the flowers and have a record of them for my story," she thought. Of course, all of this was just thinking. Just like the fantasy romance that her friend, Cordelia, was having in her head. A real romance was out of the question. Cordelia was married. But who could stop her from having a fantasy romance? Exactly no one.
The first flowers that attracted her were pink roses against a white fence along the bay. She liked the faded ones as much as the one in prime bloom.
She usually had to buy roses from a florist. These would make such a luxurious addition to her bouquet. "Let's see," she thought, "what was it that Cordelia told me she did this past weekend with X. Ah yes, they went sailing."
She knew a short cut to the beach. The tall grass was newly mowed. It was easy to walk that way and quite pleasurable.
The wind was blowing and the air was fresh.
 "How wonderful," she thought.

She headed down the path to the beach.
 Now flowers were not on her mind. Only enjoying the moment.
 On her way back to her cottage she finished her bouquet.
 Yellow trumpets...
 Blue Chicory...
 Rose of Sharon...
Beach Plum blossoms...
and Hydrangeas.

After all, there were more than enough
 Hydrangeas to go around in the town.

À Bientôt!

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Lazy Girl Blog, Post Two, 2014

Barn Style, Vineyard Style
and Vintage Style
I apologize, I did not do a post yesterday as promised. But we were very busy buzzing around Southold and Greenport all day. Our first stop was my brother, David's, barn on Hortons Lane. We were lucky to find him playing chess with a friend. David is organizing the barn so that all the interesting things he has collected over time from his estate-sale business are well displayed and accessible to visitors. I found a few things that I liked which David graciously gave to me.
 A tiny toy baby carriage made
out of metal.
A 1920s Art Deco
painting on leather.
A 1950s Mad Man style Dobbs Fedora
made of "Hankachif" (not a spelling error) felt.
I will have it cleaned and blocked for Richard.
After the barn, we drove to
Croteaux Vineyards in Southold

Croteaux is the only vineyard in the United States 
dedicated exclusively to Rosé.
I had seen their beautiful bottles at Noah's Restaurant in

And of course, since we have visited Provence
and had marvelous Rosés there, I wanted to taste the Croteaux
Vineyard's wine.

I bought two bottles of their 2013 
Merlot Rosé.

It's an extremely charming place, with a tasting
garden and a boutique with French-themed beach clothes.
I wish I could have shown you some pictures,
but the owner would not me allow to take any.

Then it was back to Greenport for a visit
to Times Vintage...
 Times Vintage is housed in the 1886
Suffolk Times newspaper building.

Elizabeth, the shop's owner.

 Love hat boxes...
 A cute child's suitcase.
In the garden of Times Vintage
ready for Ascot.

Important announcement:
Coming soon...
David's sculpture garden.

À Bientôt!

Friday, July 25, 2014

Lazy Girl Blog, Post One, 2014

We're here!
We are here. Here is Orient, New York -- on the most eastern tip of the North Fork of Long Island. It's a lovely part of New York State -- farms and vineyards and the blue waters of Long Island Sound and
Peconic Bay washing up on beautiful beaches.
And who does not love -- Hydrangeas ...
This year we have rented a charming farmhouse in the village of Orient. It is conveniently located across the street from the Country Store. However, it is set back from road and completely private due to a row of hedges. 
Let's Tour the House...
 The living room.
The chairs and sofas are placed so that
everyone has a view of the T.V.
 A large dining table for our dinner parties.
 The stairs to the second floor.
 The kitchen, complete with a beautiful
silverware drawer.
 Our bedroom on the first floor.
Those stairs are too steep for R.C.
The sun porch.
 The second-floor sitting room.
The upstairs bedroom.
My sister, Jeanne, (on the right) and her friend, Lauren Smith,
came over to unload our car.
Unfortunately, I hurt my back before leaving New York,
but it is on the mend now.
 This house is across the street from ours.
The Country Store is also across the street.
 This morning we walked over to the store to
buy The New York Times.
I had a scrambled egg and sausage and
Richard had a chocolate-chip cookie.
Then we sat for about an hour and people watched.
Richard made cogent comments to everyone to
came in, like,
"You're not allowed to wear shorts in there!"
He is campaigning to become the
unofficial mayor of Orient.
 One guy drove up in this 1952 MG.
Another 80-year old guy rode up on the
easy-to-get-on bike.
Brilliant, je pense.
 Iconic symbol of summer in the country.
 Later we went over to Jeanne's house.
Her friends had brought her a pie.
 This was what was left of it.
We all had a piece.
 Lunch today was at the Blue Canoe.
 Oyster boy tackles some locals.
Oysters, that is.
Light and delicious.
Kind of Japanese themed.
Mochi ice cream for dessert.

See you tomorrow!