Thursday, May 14, 2009

Good Friends: Stephanie, the art connoisseur

Stephanie and I taking cover during a rainy day visit in NYC
I have many talented friends in the art history world. Art historians are a fun bunch; they are knowledgeable about the past, often seasoned travelers, and have a soft spot for old, pretty things. I wanted to interview my friend, Stephanie, who is an old BYU comrade. One thing that I have always admired about Stephanie is her passion for art acquisitions. As long as I've known her, Steph has always had her eye out for interesting artists or artworks that are going up for auction. This is a different kind of way to research art--it's easy to research such familiar names as Vermeer or Botticelli, but much more difficult, and perhaps more intriging to find information on a lesser-known, local artist. She inherited her love of art and art collecting from her father, and is now passing it along to her own daughters. Here are some great thoughts from Steph:

I really admire the way you and your family make art and art history such a big priority in your lives, especially the thrill of the hunt! How did your parents initially get interested in collecting? Were they also art historians? When did your dad start to include you in his pursuits? (I seem to remember you always involved in some research for a piece that he is looking at buying)

I was born in the same small midwest town as my father and grandfather. There were very few high-brow cultural resources in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, especially when my dad was growing up. Yet, my dad is a totally self-taught art collector, dealer and enthusiast. As a child he would go to the library and thumb through art books, initially loving the Greek and Roman periods. Neither of my dad's parents went to college or had any interest in art history but they were incredibly supportive of his interests and took him to museums whenever possible - even driving 5-6 hours to visit the Joslyn Museum in Omaha or the museums in Minneapolis. My dad started collecting late 19th and early 20th century American art in college. During his years at BYU he would spend Saturdays in Salt Lake at the galleries looking at paintings that he couldn't afford on a student budget (at the time those paintings were priced at a few hundred dollars and today they are worth tens of thousands of dollars, and in some cases hundreds of thousands!) My dad graduated from law school and became an estate attorney but he ALWAYS said that his true love was art collecting and art dealing. During law school my dad purchased 2 huge paintings that he still owns and my grandfather helped him rent a box truck and they drove the few hours together to pick up the paintings. Retelling that story always gets my dad teary-eyed - my grandpa was a supportive father and friend to my dad. The moral of the story here is that parents have a great opportunity to support their children's interests, as diverse or far-fetched as they may be.

Some of my earliest childhood memories are of attending local auctions and estate sales with the auctioneer "calling" in the backround (that's what the strange auctioneer language is called). My parents took us everywhere with them as my dad hunted for interesting art and antiques.
Art filled the walls of our home and nearly all of the furniture, tables and lamps were antiques. My brother and sister and I were taught from an early age to be respectful of the things in our house and to take special care of them - basically, don't break the old stuff!
I started researching paintings for my dad in college when I majored in art history. The University libraries were full of invaluable art research tools - books, electronic search engines, etc that are only available to students (I miss those tools now - I've had to figure out other ways to access the info that was so readily available to students and faculty).

Another cool thing I like about you is that you are from South Dakota, and, from what I've noticed, you are loyal to your midwest roots and still very cosmopolitan. As you grew up, how did you develop both a love for home and for everywhere else?

I've been asked this by other people, too - "How did a girl from a po-dunk town in the midwest get interested in such things?" I've always felt that wanderlust but as I thought about this question I came up with 2 things I think my parents did really well: 1-they supported any indeavor of ours and exposed us to a variety of subjects and interests. 2 - we went on many family road-trips. As an adult I have realized how significant piling into the car and driving 1500 miles as a family can be. We drove to Idaho and Utah countless times for my mom to attend Education Week and visit family (have you seen that desolate landscape that is Wyoming? it's like driving on the face of the moon). We drove as a family to San Francisco, Yellowstone, Arizona, Southern California...I rode on a bus with the high school band to march in the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade in NYC. That exposure to the diversity within our country made me curious about the rest of the world, too. Additionally, whenever we were headed to a new destination, my mom would check out a huge stack of books from the library about the place we were going. She devoured the books and information - I've tried to replicate that example of avid reading and library attendance as I've become a mother.



As you are a mother now, how do you see yourself incorporating (or not!) art into their childhood worlds? I don't know about you, but I often feel my art history part of me taking the back burner to the day-to-day life of mothering tiny kids. (This next question particularly applies to when you don't have a newborn) What do you do to keep a foot in the museum door?

First of all, I think that children naturally LOVE the humanities: literature, art, music, dance. What child doesn't love finger painting, coloring, play-dough, singing or reading books? To me, this innate interest is proof of the essential nature of art to the human experience. Picasso said, "All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up." With that, I never deny my 3 year-old daughter's requests to draw or color (but play-dough is something I reserve for daddy time :). I prefer she use plain paper and draw her own pictures instead of coloring books - it requires much more creativity to make your own image than color someone else's.
We also display all of her art - it's part of her ritual to take her drawing to the fridge as soon as she's done with it. This may sound simple, but it's important she be proud of her creations and know that we her parents are proud of them, too. We attend museums as much as possible - don't stay too long or make the experience laborious - but it's important she learn how to behave in a museum setting. We look for animals, shapes, etc in the images at museums, or I ask her what she thinks one of the abstract images means/feels like (I also try to do this with classical music on the radio - it started a while back when I was explaining one of Vivaldi's Four Seasons to her - that the music was representative of winter. Now she thinks all classical music "means" something - this requires more creativity on my part to try to come up with meanings for the music..) Finally, we have art on the walls of our home and try to teach her how to treat the art- don't touch the canvas, just look with your eyes, etc.
Art history is definately on the back burner these days, but I knew that would happen when I declined a great museum job offer because I was pregnant. It's just part of the sacrifice we make to have one parent at home. I knew at the time that I would probably never get a comparable job offer years later, but that saying no was the right decision for our family. I loved my museum work but feel that when we decide to have children, we also take on the responsibility of providing the best environment possible for those children to thrive - and no one likes or cares for my kids and their success as much as I do (I don't like other people's children as much as I like my own :) I don't think I have a foot in the museum door anymore, in fact, I think I felt the door hit me in the behind as it slammed shut, but that was a conscious decision my husband and I made 3 years ago. I miss it almost every day, but am confident I'm doing something really important at home these days. (btw - I think moms can work outside the home and be great moms, it's just that museum jobs don't allow such flexibility)


And, this one is especially for me: I am very intimidated but intrigued by the art auctioning; do you have any suggestions for me or anyone interested in collecting art about how to start breaking into the biz? What are your tips for budding collectors?

First of all, attend local auctions and estate sales in your area without buying anything. Just go to watch how it all happens - each auctioneer does it a little different (our local auctioneer gets annoyed with newbies who don't know the system at his auction). Then, when you see something you like, go for it!! The big dealers have been quoted saying that auctions are the new retail. With the internet it's possible to get access to auction records for most artists, though you usually have to pay a small fee to the online auction record sites for such info. The most affordable original art would be etchings, woodblock prints and other works on paper. They are usually under $150.
Also, frequent the junk shops and conseignment shops to get an idea for prices and things that interest you. My dad always says, buy what you love. Years ago I asked my dad how I could learn to tell a good quality painting from a mediocre one because at the time they all looked the same to me. He told me, "just keep looking. Your eye will develop the more you look." The "looking" IS the thrill of the hunt!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The Good [Handmade] Stuff: a little miracle

We've had a little miracle at our house.  I am expecting a baby!  And with the long 40 weeks of anticipation come many dreams of who this person is, proposals for what this person should be called, and, one of my favorite parts, making little tiny things that can only fit a new infant.  Looking back to Pete's newborn picture, there is one unifying theme: 



obviously, the miracle blanket did not always calm this child.
The pink miracle blanket. It was a hand-me-down gift from my sister-in-law, and it was the one thing that calmed his troubled soul, as he was pretty fussy. Bless his heart. Although it seems unkind to put a newborn in a straightjacket, there was nothing more soothing to Peter than being all wrapped up.  The miracle blanket was truly that: miraculous.

Our pink miracle blanket has been loved beyond further use.  However, my neighbor has ingeniously made a pattern for the miracle blanket and let me borrow it.  Here is our new and improved miracle blanket:



 I used the leftover fabric from our Christmas pajamas, and lined it with the same white flannel to warm up our fall baby.  If the Lloyds are going to have matching pjs, we might as well include the little dude/dudette in the matchyfest.  

Friday, March 6, 2009

The Good [Handmade] Stuff: There will be a day when we need this.


Winter cannot last forever!


As a way to boost our seasonal morale, I made this beach bag. No more will we stick the shovel and bucket in the same bag with our graham crackers and granola bars and cell phones, only to find it one nasty mess when we unload it all back at home! Pete will have his own place for sand toys and my beach novel can remain intact. This bag is made from woven vinyl and ribbon. The vinyl was a little tricky to find, but I bought mine on ebay. It's genius material for a beach bag--not only waterproof, but the sand can easily sift out. Thank goodness.

I wish I could link to the pattern and instructions, but I got it from an old Martha Stewart magazine that I'd been saving for a while.  It's really a one evening project, and I'd be happy to talk you through if you want to try it out!

Ok, we're ready to go! You hear that, sun?!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

A Good Film: Bella


Has everyone else seen this?  Bella has been out for 3 years and I happened to pick it up at the library today.  I just finished watching this film 10 minutes ago and wondered, where have you been, Bella?! (as I sat alone on the couch, crying my eyes out--happy cry, not sad cry)  It is a beautiful, honest-to-goodness film that made me want to love people with greater sincerity.  Not many movies do that. (sniff sniff)

Friday, January 9, 2009

The Good [Green] Stuff: My New Year's Resolution

We Lloyds live a life of many unknowns. This coming year, our family will be entering the working world in one of its most volatile times, and with our tiny clump of grown-up decisions, I have seen how complicated things can get. Many things I'm not so sure about, but amidst all this uncertainty there is one question I can answer: do I consume when it might be more prudent to conserve?

So, as a late New Year's resolution, I choose to conserve.  Conserve on every front: conserve time by cutting out unimportant things, conserve money for those things that makes us closer and makes my heart sing, and conserve this earth that we ask so much of.  I've got to be honest, my efforts all these years to be more earth-friendly have been quite half-hearted, but this year, I want to get it down.  So, to kick off my more green lifestyle, I present my sheets that have been sitting around for quite some time:

I inherited the sheets from my aunt, who bought these in the 70s. As I stuffed these in the goodwill bag, I remembered this post from souelmama and ching! lightbulb turns on in brain and I have some seriously wicked soft sheet pants.

 In other efforts to reuse our stuff, I made a new, swanky smock for Pete:


pardon the blurry picture. This old dress shirt, destined for our dumpster, has a new life as a participant in upcoming fingerpainting sessions, cooking exploits, and all other messy artistic expressions. Pete wore it enthusiastically, and instantly named it his "monkey suit."

So, you see, I am trying! And, hopefully this new installment of posts will require me to follow through with this resolution. Upcoming posts should definitely include to following: a better way to recycle (meaning, no bottles and cereal boxes overflowing in the cupboard beneath the sink), composting 101, my roadside treasures (seriously, treasures), and how to make my city a walking city...I'm excited to work on this. Anyone else have any bright ideas?


Sunday, December 28, 2008

Good Taste: Christmas Feasting

I never appreciated how much good holiday food I've eaten in my life until I had to make it myself.  Of course, Thanksgiving means that the turkey and all the fixin's make it to the [beautifully decorated] table.  Christmas means another huge feast, not to mention, special breakfast, cookies, neighbor treats, gingerbread for the gingerbread houses, and oranges and nuts finding their way to the bottom of our stockings.  Somehow, all these years, the tasty food has always made it to the table, and the only considerations I made were how I could fit both the mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes on that little space still available on my plate.

 This being my first Christmas as the mom, it was enlightening to create the holiday food traditions.  In some ways, it was fun to bring old classic dishes from my home and new recipes that call for such a festive occasion.  In other ways, I missed sitting in my childhood kitchen, doing something small like peeling potatoes or making the salad while chatting with my mom, who was probably making five dishes simultaneously, pots on all burners, gently simmering away.  But, after all, I felt a kinship with my mom and her mom and all the mothers who came before, because our tradition of cooking holiday meals transforms any old December 25th into Christmas Day, the day of the Savior's birth!  What a good reason to celebrate!

This was our Christmas Eve feast:


Honey-Orange Ham
This recipe came from an old Martha Stewart Christmas issues--maybe 2004?  Anyway, it actually features the family of an old mission buddy of my husband's--Matt H., if you are our there, thank your mom for her great ham recipe!  Your Christmas in Midway was picture perfect!
1 whole smoked ham (14 to 18 pounds), bone in and rind on
1/2 cup honey
1/3 cup freshly squeezed orange juice
3 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
1 large onion, cut into 6 wedges
1 large orange, cut into 6 wedges
4 sprigs rosemary
1/2 cup cider vinegar
3 1/2 cups chicken stock
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
coarse salt and freshly ground pepper

1. Rinse ham with cool water; dry with paper towels.  Let stand, uncovered, at room temperature 1 hour.  Meanwhile, whisk together honey, orange juice, balsamic vinegar, and mustard; set aside.
2. Preheat oven to 300 degrees, with rack in lower third.  FIt a roasting pan with a rack and place ham, with the thicker rind on top, on rack.  Scatter onion and orange wedges and rosemary around ham on rack.  Transfer to oven and cook 1 hour.  
3. Remove pan from oven and let ham cool slightly.  Increase oven temperature to 350 degrees.  Trim fat all over the ham to a layer of about 1/4 inch (it does not need to be perfectly even; the bottom will have less fat and more skin).  Turn ham, bottom side down.  Score fat on top of ham in a diamond pattern, each 1 to 2 inches, cutting about 1/4 to 1/2 inch through the fat and into the meat.  Baste with honey mixture.  Add enough water to roasting pan to fill the bottom by about 1/4 inch.
4. Return ham to oven, and cook 1 hour more, basting often with remaining marinade (do not baste with pan juices).  If necessary, add water to pan to keep juices from burning.  Remove from oven; transfer ham to a serving platter; discard orange, onion, and rosemary.  Let stand 30 minutes before carving ham.
5. Meanwhile, make gravy: Strain liquid from roasting pan into a liquid measuring cup or bowl, and skim off fat from surface with a large spoon.  Place roasting pan over medium-high heat.  Add cider vinegar, and simmer until most of the liquid has evaporated.  Return defatted juices to pan along with 2 cups stock.  Bring to a boil, and let simmer.
6.  In a small bowl, whisk together remaining 1 1/2 cups stock and the flour; whisk into sauce.  Continue simmering until liquid is reduced by half and slightly thickened.  Season with salt and pepper.  Serve hot with ham.






Green Bean, Watercress, and Crispy Shallot Salad
Coarse Salt and Ground Pepper
1 Pound Green Beans, trimmed
1 cup vegetable oil, such as safflower
3 Shallots, thinly sliced crosswise into rings
2 teaspoons all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice (from one lemon)
2 tablespoons Dijon mustard
3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1 bunch watercress, tough stems removed

1. Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil. [they say to have a big bowl of ice water ready to go to dunk the beans, but I just scoop up the green beans with my seive and rinse the beans in cold water from the faucet. Less messy and a lot less work.] Line a baking sheet with paper towels. Cook green beans in boiling water until bright green and crisp-tender, 2 to 3 minutes. Rinse in cold water to stop cooking. Cool green beans completely, then transfer to lined baking sheet and pat dry.

2. In a small saucepan, heat vegetable oil over medium-low. In a small bowl, toss shallots with flour. Working in three batches, fry shallots in oil until golden and crispy, 2 to 4 minutes. Transfer shallots to paper towels and season generously with salt.

3. In a small bowl, whisk lemon juice, mustard, and olive oil to combine; season dressing with salt and pepper. Place watercress on a serving platter and drizzle with half the dressing. Toss with green beans and remaining dressing. Serve sprinkled with shallots. [not being a huge fan of fried things, I couldn't get over how much I loved these shallots!! They seem like a sophisticated indulgence, even though they are glorified onion rings.]

And, for something sweet, I made another apple pie and a chocolate pistachio torte .  Love that death by chocolate.

I chickened out of making rolls, even after a good pep-talk and fabulous recipe from my friend and roll mentor, Kristy.  Instead, I delegated the rolls, along with a few other dishes to our gracious dinner guests.  Kristy, I will make dinner rolls successfully and give the full report.  That's a new year's resolution.

For Christmas morning, however, I attempted baking with yeast, for better or for worse.  I was equipped with an acclaimed orange roll recipe, tried and true among good friends, and can you imagine the perfect Christmas picture of opening presents, while the aroma of orange rolls waft through the house from the kitchen?!  I know!


I attempted Tiffany's famous recipe:
Out of this World Rolls
 2 packages dry yeast
1/3 cup warm water
3 eggs, well beaten
4 ½ cups flour
1 cup warm water
½ cup shortening
½ cup sugar
2 teaspoons salt
Butter

Soften yeast in ¼ cup warm water. Let stand 10 minutes. Combine dissolved yeast, eggs, 2 ½ cups flour, 1 cup warm water, shortening, sugar and salt in a large bowl. Beat until smooth. Add remaining flour to make a soft dough. Cover. Let rise until double in bulk (about 1 hour.) Punch down and refrigerate overnight. Three hours before baking, roll out as desired. For dinner rolls, divide dough in half. Roll each half into a ½” thick rectangle. Spread with butter. Starting with the long side, roll up jelly-roll style. Cut in 1” slices. Place in greased muffin tins, cut side down. Cover. Let rise 3 hours. Bake in a 400 degree oven for 7 to 8 minutes or until slightly brown. YIELD: 2 ½ dozen rolls.

VARIATION: ORANGE ROLLS
1/3 cup butter
½ cup sugar
Rind of 1 orange, grated

Combine ingredients. After rolling dough into two ½” thick rectangles, divide above mixture and spread on ½ of each rectangle. Fold rectangles in half. Cut each into 12 strips with a pizza cutter. Pick up each strip and gently stretch, then tie into a knot. Place on greased baking sheet with edges, making sure the ends of the dough are tucked underneath roll. Let rise 3 hours. Bake in a 400 degree oven for 7 to 8 minutes or until slightly brown. Make sure they are baked through so they are not doughy. Drizzle with powdered sugar icing while warm. (Powdered sugar, milk, vanilla, dash of salt.)

Mine were good for the most part, except I think I made them maybe 3 times the size that they were intended.  My yield was maybe 12, instead of the recipe's suggested 2 1/2 dozen....so...when I pulled them out, they were pretty doughy in some spots.  I cut out the dough, and we enjoyed them thoroughly


To round things out, I made some yogurt parfaits.  I loved it, even though I suspect that the boys thought they were too girly somehow.  Sorry, guys, no egg casserole today!  Let's keep things a little lighter, shall we?
Pretty Pink Parfaits
2 cups strawberry yogurt
granola
frozen berries, thawed
1 banana
sweetened whipped cream

Layer in a parfait glass: yogurt, granola, berries, banana.  Repeat until parfait reaches the top of the glass and top with whipped cream and a tad more granola.

Friday, December 26, 2008

The Good [Handmade] Stuff: matchy matchy Christmas jammers

I sewed us all some matching pajamas to be opened on Christmas Eve (which turned out to be Christmas Eve morning, while we were still in our other jammers....I couldn't wait.) and my dreams of us all opening our presents on Christmas morning with our cheery pj pants was realized.


Did you see Shane's awesome shirt? "You're Fired! --The Donald"


It might be cheesy, but the boys totally loved it. I have to take advantage of Pete's enthusiasm for anything--before we know it, he will open his matchy jammers and roll his eyes, "Ah, Mom, you mean I have to wear this?! If I wear these pajamas, then I'll, like, match with you and dad!" I'll take Pete's reaction now, which is to put his pajamas on immediately and wear them as much as possible, while insisting that we do the same. Shane was way overdue for some nice warm jammer pants, and I lined his and Pete's with some very soft white flannel. I used the Simplicity pattern 8493, which is probably the most simple pattern possible.

I love the cut of my jammers! They fit perfectly around the waist and have lots of room in the legs for lounging. The pattern for these are in Amy Butler's book, In Stitches, along with some other really fantastic sewing projects that I hope to get to soon.