Renegade Craft Fair 2011: [Silence]

I've had quite a lot to say in the past regarding the Renegade Craft Fair. Last year I wrote a five-part series covering everything from my favorites and purchases to the sponsors and the economics of participating in craft fairs. I've spent many, many hours thinking about this stuff. So what do I have to say this year?

Nothing. I didn't go to the Renegade Craft Fair in Brooklyn this year.

Why?

It didn't really cross my radar. And by the time it did, I had other plans. Plus, thundershowers were predicted.

Seriously, I was not inundated with blog posts in my RSS reader as in years past. CRAFT Magazine didn't send me emails about the fair, and I never saw a post on Facebook. I realized it was the weekend of Renegade just a day or two before, and my "hey, let's go to the craft fair" date was out of town. MrApparently doesn't really enjoy the craft fair, and Apparently Jr just wants to run around the field and eat whoopie pies. So we went to our local park, and I didn't give it another thought.

That seems weird to me, and I'm sure says something about the evolution of the Renegade Craft Fair and my relationship to the selling of artisan goods in general. But you know what? I don't really want to analyze that. Maybe next year.

Judging Wines by Their Labels

According to Matthew Latkiewicz at Grub Street, I like my wine French, Letterpress or Pottery Barn Catalogue.

He says, "I have gone into the field and done some research. I wanted to know whether I could identify the types of labels I liked and which turned me off. I think I have identified seven major wine-label groupings along with several subclasses. I also tasted a bunch of wines according to their labels and have made wildly ill-advised extrapolations about what the label means for your drinking experience."

The Wheel of Wine Labels

 

Sloshed: Maybe We Should Be Judging Wines by Their Labels -- Grub Street New York.

I Have No Opinion About My Neck.

nora ephron

I've just finished reading Nora Ephron's new book, I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman. Of course, this book is not actually new. It came out in 2006, but I got pregnant the same month it hit the shelves and so I'm several years behind on all popular media and culture. Yesterday at the gym I finally saw a Lady Gaga video.

I came across Ephron's book at the library and felt I should read it based on the fact that it is dense with stories of living in New York City, which are exactly the sort of stories that I love, and also because I sat next to Nora and Rebecca Pidgeon at a Ricky Jay performance in 2009, on the day my cat died. The cat is irrelevant to this story but I've just read two hundred pages of Nora Ephron and so extraneous details are bound to make it into whatever I have to say for the next forty-eight hours. I also have no great love for Rebecca Pidgeon, but as long as I'm name dropping I might as well get Nick Pileggi, Nora's husband, in there as well. He sat to her left.

Another reason I thought I should read this book is that Nora's two favorite topics at the moment are aging and New York City, and since I am not getting any younger and live in Queens I thought she might have some erudite advice. It turns out, however, that Nora Ephron is not like you and me. She may rationalize all her purchases based on amortizing them to the cost of a cappuccino, but she still owns a home on the Upper East Side and has her hair blown out twice a week.

I like the way Nora thinks, but perhaps I'm just not old enough for her insight yet. I'm older than twenty-six, the age at which she feels, in retrospect, that one should parade around wearing a bikini as often as possible, but I've yet to replace all my shirts with black turtlenecks. I do, however, agree that "The reason you're waking up in the middle of the night is the second glass of wine," and I currently have a blackberry-yogurt pie with a Keebler graham-cracker crust in the oven, because "There's no point in making piecrust from scratch."

In writing this post, I discovered that Nora has a new book, by which I mean one that came out last year. It's apparently about aging and memory. I hope to read it before 2015, but only if I can remember.

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