Yesterday was the first in a while that B and I had together without work or social obligations. We had lunch at Mozza (each visit affirms my belief that there is little point in ever dining elsewhere) followed by an impromptu treasure hunt.
This vintage parrot vase sits flush against the wall and houses fresh, cut flowers or an air plant.
At RTH, Pinon — a woodsy, mellow fragrance — fills the air. We picked up the incense, also available here (in candle form too). Check the packaging.
B found a 1940s Kodak camera, evidently once owned by a fellow Kentuckian, to add to his collection.
A trip to our Adirondack summer house is not complete without stocking-up at Oscar’s in Warrensburg, New York. The house-made bacon, link sausage, bag sausage, mustard, bone-in ham, smoked trout, house-made cottage cheese, jerky. All perfection. A blindfolded shopping trip here would still not disappoint.
Bill Knoble is a master potter, making perfectly-balanced, beautiful forms. But it seems his real passion comes from experimenting with and mixing his own glazes. The mug pictured above (a souvenir brought back for B) is midnight blue and rimmed in silver.
For decades my family has visited and collected ceramic pieces from Red Truck Pottery, a small studio and shop in Chestertown, NY where we also keep a summer home. It took my twentieth trip this past Labor Day weekend to recognize what a treasure Bill Knoble’s place is.