travel…staycation

Sometimes it’s nice to stay home and take your vacation there.  And it’s even nicer when you get to stay and call the Monteleone your home for the weekend.

My mom came in for a short visit; she might have stayed back in Texas had she known all the non-stop fun we were going to have.

monteleone

As soon as she landed, I took her to see the house we just finished remodeling.  She “oohhhed” and “aahhed” and that was the only productive thing we did all weekend.  After that we checked in and the weekend became a blur of cocktails and restaurants.

monteleone christmas

{Monteleone lobby}

We twirled around the Carousel Bar, had Gin Fizzes at the Sazerac (I actually had two because my mom did not care for hers), oysters at Cafe Amelie and Pimms at The Columns.

french quarter

We wandered the French Quarter, stopped in Lafitte’s (the oldest bar in America, not to mention where someone is now the proud new owner of my credit card), went to the open air French Market along with more general touristy shenanigans.

And in the end as much as I hated to see her go, my liver needed a much deserved break and I was ready to get out of the French Quarter.

A little bit of that place goes a looong way.

DIY…Architecture Sketches

Conceptually, DIY is great.

I’m all about people creating things.  Huuuge fan of creativity.  Honestly, I’m about to go make a table from a marble slab, hair pin legs and a chunk of ply wood (wish me luck.  I’m no Jesus, carpentry is not my thing).

Although sometimes, paying someone else to do something just it the way to go.  But a lesson was learned this holiday season and it was don’t entrust your Christmas presents to someone on the internet.

drawing platter

I had originally intended to order presents from an artist in New Orleans who creates custom designs and transposes them onto simple dishes/platters/etc of your choosing.  But apparently you need to order these months in advance.

I do nothing months in advance, let alone hours in advance.  I’m lucky if I make it to my yoga class once a month; I just don’t like having a schedule.  So when informed this amazing artist person would not be making my presents for me (unless I wanted to give everyone their gift in March) I decided, as I do with everything else (and probably shouldn’t) that I’ll just do it myself.

Draw.  Shellac.  Complete.

moms house

My mom recently painted her front door a chartreuse greenie yellow.  Sounds horrible but it’s amazing (or maybe unique would be a more appropo word).  She’s lived in the house since before my brother and I were born so I thought a sketch of her house with her new door would be something she would appreciate.

I also made one of the French Quarter for some friends of ours that live in Baton Rouge. We just moved to New Orleans back in August so I wanted to create something to commemorate this.

french quarter

On Christmas my aunt came over and saw my moms gift.  “What is DIY?”  she asked me.  Apparently she’s the last person on the planet without a Pinterest account.

“DIY means remember to buy your Christmas presents way in advance next year.”