Our family trip to the Art Institute of Chicago was thwarted
by Mr. Bullington’s work situation. The “situation” is that Mr. Bullington must
work so that we can take fun trips. I know he is disappointed that he doesn’t
get the opportunity to curb Thomas’ appetite for climbing on fine art.
Thankfully, It was easy to convince Charlotte that this
museum trip was worthwhile. One of her friends, Eleanor Rand, told her
about one of the exhibits. And for those of you who speak thirteen-year-old, only other 13-year-olds have good ideas. All parent ideas are the worst thing
ever and can only be countered with extreme eye-rolls.
Tucked away in a corner of the basement (across from the
paperweight exhibit, not kidding) Is the most interesting collection of 1-inch
scale rooms. I could compare it to rooms in a doll house, but that would doing a
disservice to this collection of meticulously curated rooms. The collection features
rooms from a variety of cultures, time periods and regions. They are teeny-tiny
little works of 3-dimensional art. The kids were absolutely captivated! Thanks
for the tip, Eleanor Rand and Brooks!
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| Hey! We live in Georgia and have double parlors! |
All I can say is wow. This museum was definitely a highlight
for me. I could’ve stayed all day were it not for those meddling kids. But, in
true mom fashion, I put my own desires aside and let them explore. I tried to
point out the high points and not force them to read every label beside every
painting. Exposure is half the battle, y’all. I need two days of alone time in this museum.
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| No disrespect to the fine art, but I can't even caption this. |
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| We had a Ferris Bueller movie moment |
Thomas was over-interested in the "Arms and Armor" exhibit so we indulged him.
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| Cross-bows and swords are my love language |
We had a crazy moment in one gallery when Charlotte hush-whispered, “Mom, that
girl has a Chalktoberfest shirt on!” Chalktoberfest is the best chalk art
festival on the entire globe and it just so happens that it takes place in my
humble little hometown. I march right up to that cute little teen and say, “Are
you from Marietta? I see you are wearing a Chalktoberfest shirt!” After the initial
stranger danger alarms had stopped sounding, she said, no, but my aunt runs the
museum there…I museum squeal and tell her that her Aunt Sally is my friend and that
I sit on her board at the Marietta Cobb Museum of Art!!! And then I did what any
old lady who wants to connect with a young teen stranger does, I request a “selfie”.
She obliged because she is sweet while laughing in her head at my selfie skills.
Sally, your niece Sydney says hi!
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| Now is when I would like to formally introduce you to my twin chins, Winn and Sven. Winn has been around since the mid-2000s, Sven is a new little baby chin, borne of a steady diet of Chicago pizza and weird pickle/tomato hotdogs. Welcome to the world little guy! You look JUST like your brother! |
And, I'm just going to leave this right here. I certainly appreciate modern art. But, this piece was on exhibit in the modern art wing... IMO, breast milk is like, the least modern thing ever.
We walked back to the hotel via Millennium park and grabbed
some grub.
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| Bean there, done that. |
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Sadly, it was time to vacate our room and head South.
Everyone is either tired, feeling sick, hungry, thirsty, or
grumpy so I treated everyone to a Podcast on the competing balls of twine.
Thanks for the recommendation, Doug Matthews! Give it a listen! They interview my new friend, Erika Nelson!!
After about four hours we arrived at our Enchanted Castle for
the night, the Springfield Suites in Louisville. The elevator was 85 degrees
and smelled faintly of chlorine and Drakkar Noir with a hint of Marlboro Reds and
despair. But it’s home, at least for tonight.
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| This was in the brewery where we ate dinner. We miss you, Big Chicken! |
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| Mae, dancing through life! |
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