I’ve been furniture shopping for the last several months. I finally bought a sofa for the living room, another for the family room and a new dining room table. The living room sofa will be here in sixteen weeks, the family room sofa in eight while the dining room table will be delivered in three weeks. The delivery charge for the living room sofa is $139.00 while the family room sofa will be delivered for $89.00 and the dining room table will be delivered for $129.00. Each piece was purchased at a different store so I’ve been socked with three delivery charges. Each store offers a version of “white glove” delivery which includes placement of the piece, any required assembly and removal of packing materials. I haven’t bought furniture in a number of years but these charge seem a little excessive. What do you think?
Archive for September, 2014
Mañana doesn’t mean tomorrow. It means just not today.
It’s common to hear that in Santa Fe. It seems to sum up the attitude in Santa Fe. Nobody is in a rush to do anything.
There’s very little middle class in Santa Fe. It’s either people with money or people struggling. You will see an expensive renovated house next to a rundown house with a truck parked in the front yard and two cars in the driveway. I understand why people want to live in Santa Fe. It draws you in. The stunning beauty of the desert and mountains causes you to pause in wonderment. The geographic color palate is not seen in very many places and helps explain why artist flock to Santa Fe. The incredible light is another draw for artists. There are numerous art galleries, great restaurants, fashionable, but pricey, boutiques along with a very colorful farmers’ market. It’s life in the desert at its best if you can afford it.
I’m driving to Santa Fe on Friday for a long weekend to visit my friends who recently move there from Dallas. I looking forward to a nice weekend in the desert with beautiful sunrises as the morning sun hits the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. The guys are going to show me the house they’re having built along with the land that has been secured. It should be a fun weekend knowing my contract was renewed. I’ll have income for the next six month. Yeah!
Adrian Peterson, a running back for the Minnesota Vikings, was arrested for child abuse for allegedly hitting his child with a tree branch. It seems times have changed. My mother spanked me with a switch cut from the pussy willow bush, a branch from the maple tree, a wooden spoon, a plastic spatula, a hairbrush, her bare hand and a leather belt. I was spanked with anything my mother could quickly pick up to administer punishment. My brother and sister were spanked. All of my friends were spanked by their parents. It was a time before kids knew the phone number for child protective services. I’m sure the statute of limitations has expired so my mother can’t be arrested for past spankings.
Double A skipped services to join me on the art tour last night. Most of the openings were in the Golden Triangle which translates into high-end art, curated shows and people with money.
Our first stop was Havu which was showing paintings and mixed media works by Homare Ikeda ($900-9,000), sculptures by Nancy Lovendahl ($490-19,000) and smoke drawing (smoke is somehow made to print on paper) by Dennis Lee Mitchell ($2,800-12,000). This was the best show of the night and worth a second look when the gallery isn’t as crowded.
As we were leaving Havu, one of those $150,000 Range Rovers was parallel parking. Two fashionably-dressed gay guys jumped out and headed into Havu. They looked like they just rolled into town from fashion week. They ignored the riff-raff walking down the street.
After Havu, we walked across the street to Walker Fine Art were we found Billy, an art consultant, and his partner Johnny. Billy worked at one of best galleries in town but transitioned into consulting when the gallery closed. Walker had a great show which featured works by Bonny Lhotka, Norman Epp, Melanie Grein, Chloe Hedden & Patricia J Finley. My favorites were the mixed media pieces by Grein and the paintings by Hedden and Finley. This was also a pricey show.
The next stop was Goodwin Fine Art for a painting show of works by Beau Carey and Lanny DeVuono. These painting were beautiful and the two artist’s works complimented each other. I think most of the works were in the $2,000 to $5,000 range. I would buy any painting in this show if they were in my price point.
After Goodwin we walked next door to Von Tornow for Kim Allen’s Denver photographic retrospective (1985-1995). This was a great show. The black and white photos were reasonably price ($300-1,000, some framed) and represented images of Denver that are no longer around thanks to urban development.
The final stop in Golden Triangle was Sandra Phillips Gallery for Anna Kaye’s charcoal drawing show which was a nice exhibit but just didn’t wow me like the other shows.
It was time to head over to the Santa Fe Arts District to check out the opening at Michael Warren Contemporary. This was another good, but pricey, show which feature works by Stanley Bell, Angela Berkson and Teresa Booth Brow.
The final stops of the night were Core and Spark Galleries housed in the same building. Core had a member’s painting show while Spark had works by Sue Simon (paintings), Michaele Keyes (monotypes) and Susan Rubin (drawings). Sue Simon just closed a show at Sandra Phillips but had new works in this show. Sue’s works were my favorites.
It seems I wore Double A out as he called it a night after Spark. It was refreshing to see so many stellar shows in one night. This town has great art but some of it can be pricey.
The weather forecast calls for a steady light rain this evening transitioning to showers of rain and snow overnight. The temperature may dip down to 32° tonight. It’s been snowing in some parts of the high country. Summer returns for the weekend.
Hilly and Petal were friends who were almost always seen together. Hilly was the daughter of internationally known parents while Petal was a good Jewish girl from the right part of town. Hilly was in college when I met her. She was a tall, statuesque blond with long curly hair. Petal was short, dark haired and slightly overweight. Petal had graduated from college and was selling menswear at Neiman Marcus while she looked for a job as a fashion journalist. They were part of the gang that hung out at Herbie’s.
Hilly was a wild child while Petal was the voice of reason. Hilly and Petal were at all the parties and always in the clubs. They were a fixture on the scene. Petal knew how to network and work a crowd. Petal made a small fortune selling clothes to gay men and never passed up an opportunity to talk about new offerings at the store while she was socializing. Hilly didn’t need to work as her parents gave her a sizeable allowance every month. Hilly loved to go topless. She would often sunbath in Forest Park topless with the gay guys even though it was illegal and there was a sizeable pool at home. When the bars in Missouri would close the gang would head to Faces in East St. Louis, IL. It was not uncommon to see Petal driving Hilly’s convertible across the bridge on hot summer nights. Hilly would stand on passenger seat topless and scream at the top of her lungs as they drove over the Mississippi river. It’s a wonder Hilly was never arrested.
Petal eventually became a fashion journalist and later starting a casting agency. Hilly finished school and landed a job as an urban planner with the help of her parent’s connections. They were friends from a much cherished time in my life. I wish them well wherever they are.