Let's Hear It For New York
Sometimes you have to take a little break from creating to fill the inspiration well - and there's no better place for that than NYC. I went to school there and have been back many times, but you can only visit the old haunts so many times before it gets repetitive. The key to keeping it new, we've found, is to have a project in mind. We've dedicated past trips to baking supply stores, specialized spices (Kalustyan's!) and Christmas windows. What always gets me about New York is how all-out it goes on everything.
With Windsor Button shutting down in Boston this year, there is just no good shop for ribbons and notions in my neck of the woods. Sure, every fabric store carries the basics, but sadly the largest selection you'll ever find here is at Joann's. So this weekend, the hunt was on for buttons and ribbons. We started with some basic fabric shopping, but in the garment district it's just too overwhelming.
Wool suiting. Almost makes me want to be a lawyer again.
Then we hit the notions stores. M&J Trimming was my favorite and had the best conversations to eavesdrop on ("What are you thinking? It's for a tweed coat, not a caftan!").
One of many button walls
The grosgrain ribbon wall. Take that, Michael's!
Aha, where Carrie must have shopped on SITC
The fabulous rotating wedding cake display
I also loved B&J's around the corner - so many feathers and fake flowers it made me consider millinery. Another sweet shop, with less selection and an older feel was Tender Buttons. A long, narrow, hallway of a store with excellent selection and antique buttons on display:
After all the fabric and button shopping, Mr. Responsibility got his day at a REAL museum and we checked out the new Islamic Gallery at the Met. We both like Islamic art, but I've always been more attracted to the swoops of the calligraphy than to the geometrics:
Tughra (official signature) of Sultan Suleiman the Magnificen
The mother of all chevrons
Soaking in this exhibit it hit me for the first time how easily the geometric patterns could transfer to quilting, and I developed a new appreciation/obsession.
It was a lovely weekend - but the best part was being able to order appetizers and meals and dessert and coffee, knowing there was no toddler getting antsy in her booster seat. I ate a pound of gruyere in one sitting in honor of J's Grandma, the frenchy cook.
It was a great weekend - now back to the drawing board.