Keep Your Head Up Girl!

Hello, hello!

Here's a quick update on my past two art-filled weeks. Last weekend, I took it pretty easy as I was still quite jet-lagged. Sunday was a fun day: I headed to the Art market ( where I found many possible Christmas presents, wink wink), stopped by Starbucks to show my English friend, Emily, what the American super café is all about, and then walked along the quai.

Marché de la Création on the Saône.

Apparently this is just a little bit of whipped cream in French.

The past two weeks have also (quite obviously how could they not be) full of cooking and baking. I decided to attack a Butternut squash for the first time. It wasn't so bad considering how I'm now a professional with pumpkins. (If you don't remember, France does not do canned pumpkin puree, or rather i've never seen it). Homemade is healthier anyways (or so I keep telling myself!)

Homemade Butternut Squash soup

Anna's amazing German biscuits

Like mother like daughter. I stole my mom's recipe for these rosemary and strawberry jam scones. Perfection in two bites!

Before

After

Friday was a national holiday here in France (Veteran's Day in America, Armistice Day in most of Europe). We all took advantage of sleeping in until noon. After baking, Anna and I decided to head over to the Sucrière to check out one of the current contemporary art exhibits. Apparently, the Biennale comes around to Lyon every two years. I've seen signs all over the place for it, but never thought to go until I was asked (since I'm not a HUGE contemporary art fan). I was quite impressed.

I finally had my camera after a year of trying to capture this sign!

I found these beautiful leaves outside the building. Oh fall foliage how you amaze me.

Contemporary Art Festival Poster

There are apparently 10 exhibits across the Lyon region. Here are my favorite findings from this visit. The first three pictures featured below are creations by the Argentinean artist, Marina de Caro. Her explication: "J'ai alors pensé qu'ils étaient des hommes graines- métaphores d'hommes nouveaux en pleine renaissance, qui réapparaîtraient avec de nouvelles façons de faire les choses. Tout commence par une naissance [...] C'est le mythe du possible: une nouvelle façon de voir les choses, qui, je le crois, permettrait de nouvelles utopies, ou au moins la création de nouveaux projets possibles."
I thought that they were "seed men"- metaphors for new men full of rebirth, who come back with a new way to do things. Everything starts by birth. [...] It's a myth full of the possible: A new way to see things, which I believe, allows utopias, or at least the creation of new, potential projects."

(It always sounds prettier in French.) Below are my interpretations of these "seed men."

"Ah, I'm squashed!!!"

"My what big hands you have!"

"I'll show you what a sucker punch is!"

The following artwork made me upset. Considering I've been literature geek since I could hold a book in my hands, the sight of destroyed documents made me livid! At the same time, the chaotic nature of it all is just beautiful. It made my ponder questions that normally come up in conversations with my little sister. What if I were a librarian or a publisher in the late 1800's and I came back to work to find this? What did someone do if there was a fire or robbery in their warehouse; did they give up their work forever or continue on? Furthermore, let's go way back...What if I were a scribe and these were all hand-written? 

I didn't understand this artist much but I do know that K is for Katie! 

French lesson #40313: Gauche= Left, Droite= Right. How to remember this amazing information? Droite and right have "r"'s in their spelling!


Life with my 14 children is going well since i came back (well besides their runny noses.)  I'll show you all of our artwork later this week! Until, enjoy this Adele song that should be overplayed rather than that sappy "Somebody Like You."

Oh and just a little shout out to my amazing cousin, Emily, and her new trophy farmer husband, Michael! Congratulations you two!

But Time Is On Your Side

That's what I have to keep repeating to myself these days. Two weeks and two days ago my life turned 180 degrees and I'm still dizzy from the effects. I still cannot grasp it. I tell people, I write about it, I think about it nonstop, but the thought of never getting a Mom-Mom hug ever again during this lifetime squeezes my heart harder than any forgotten, frayed, or undiscovered love. I'm dabbling in denial because the reality is a nightmare that won't seem to go away no matter how many times I wake up.

In reality, I started this blog for my Mom-Mom so that she would be able to follow my adventures.  The fact that I will no longer hear her ask me on the phone if I updated my blog is going to be brutal; however, as much as I want to quit and let it go unfinished, I hear her hollering at me (in that fish market tone of voice) to go wash my face, make a cup of tea, and "get going Kate!"

So as you may have assumed, rather than going to the local wine festival, working during the Toussaint Vacation, and having a Halloween party for my French friends, I headed home. During my stay I was able to witness the beautiful foliage (that just doesn't compare to anything here in France I've seen), the first snowfall, and of course Halloween. 

Here are some of my favorite Fall findings:

Caramel apples in Rehoboth Beach.

Too beautiful

Silver Lake

I love Rehoboth, and so did my Mom-mom.

Hopefully one day I can make cakes as beautifully as my Mom.

 Robbin's Park

While I was quite uncertain about this job in the beginning, I'm starting to realize that maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Although I have to occasionally deal with accidents and more often snotty noses and crying eyes, I have fourteen adorable children to give me hugs when I, myself, start to tear up. They've kept me occupied these past few days back (see below) and hopefully they will continue to bring me a bit happiness. 

Two of my students on the toilet during naptime:

I'm pooping, what are you doing?

I'm pooping too.

They giggle. Then, one of them looks up at me with a huge grin: Do you want to poop too, Katie?

Until next time, check out these two lovely songs by Bon Iver that I've been playing nonstop  and remember:

 "A relationship is not based on the time you've spent together, but the foundation you've built together." 

To my best friend, my grandmother, my hero, my advisor, my beautiful, sweet, loving Mom-Mom <3