Last St. Louis Hurrahs: Art Fair at Queeny Park

With our St. Louis days dwindling, we’re trying to get out and experience things we’ve been too busy for over the past five years. Today it was the Greater St. Louis Art Association‘s Art Fair at Queeny Park in Des Peres. I’m always shocked by how pretty St. Louis-area parks are, which makes me really sad that I didn’t indulge in them the whole time we’ve been here. To be honest, I had planned to take several pictures and review the fair. As soon as Zoey realized the fair wasn’t the rides and games type of event, the tantrums started and the pictures and etc. just didn’t happen. That being said, I did visit what I think may be the coolest pottery vendor I’ve ever seen.

Mississippi Mud Pottery (love the name) is based out of Alton, IL, just across the river. I like the idea of pottery but I rarely see pieces that really speak to me. I’m also rarely crazy about the earth tones so often used. I like the unexpected and a lot of pottery I’ve seen in the area is pretty but a little too ho-hum for my tastes (or wickedly expensive and I’m cheap). This stuff blew me away. I only bought two pieces but I could’ve gone crazy! The colors were so beautiful in eggplant purple and cranberry…really rich hues. The designs were outrageously cool. The pitcher below screamed Sangria to me and it was $55 (and it does have Sangria in it now). The pie plate/quiche plate was only $36 and would make the world’s best deep dish pie (if I could ever successfully make a pie).

Here’s the only downer: It seems like few, if any, of the pieces I saw today are actually on their site or in the photos section of their Facebook page, which is a shame. Maybe they’ll add them because the styles I saw today were knockouts. I think it was one of the artists, Chad, who was manning the booth. He told me that they can ship pieces. The site isn’t ready for ecommerce but a call or email is all it takes to make a purchase. With Mother’s Day around the corner, this might be a really cool gift idea (hint, hint).

Pitcher Style 3485

Large Pie/Quiche Dish Style 3342


Packing Up and Moving Away from My New Roots

I know, I know. You thought I had stopped blogging, huh? Nope. My mom always told me that if I couldn’t say anything nice, I shouldn’t say anything at all. Oh, I’ve been saying plenty for my contract blogs and sites but, personally, I would’ve just griped had I actually opened up my blog dashboard. I finally feel like writing something…more for me than for anyone else.

As a military family, we’re accustomed to moving and even accustomed to moving to practically the middle of nowhere (hello, Ft. Leonard Wood, Ft. Knox, Ft. Riley, and Ft. Rucker) but the darn manager told Eddie we were headed to one of our top picks in the Southeast only to assign us to Ft. Hood, TX. I have nothing against Texas per se but, by golly, I was looking forward to some good job opportunities, tons of education options for Zoey, and (yes) some world class shopping spots. Instead we’ll be at least an hour if not more from anything “me.” After looking at school reviews in the Ft. Hood/Killeen area, it’s a safe bet to say that I will find a way to homeschool (and I am against homeschooling as a whole) before I’ll enroll Z in one of those. So here we are.

So besides the letdown of moving, I’ve realized that I do kind of like it in St. Louis. Even my tiny house is pretty nice when I consider what we’ve gone through here. I brought a new baby home here. I lost a baby here. I learned how to tile and put down flooring and decorate. And I learned to put down roots. I’ve made friends, which is NOT something I can usually say. It’s my fault 100%, but I break up with friends (totally without telling them) every single time I move. I promise to write, I promise to call. Then I disappear. I don’t want to lose track of some of my St. Louis peeps. They helped me through all the said events above.

This one is going to be a toughy. My realtor will be here in a few minutes. I’m ready but I can’t say that I’m really happy with everything this time. And I will get over it and move on but for now I’m already missing these small moments in this place I never expected to live to begin with. Maybe I’ll be saying the same about Texas in a few years?