Judy Maxwell Home, the tiny gold coast storefront is part art exhibition…part present gallery.
This playful shop sells quirky and cool curiosities ranging from high-end art to cracker-jack prizes…and the woman behind the fantastic store (and on most days, the cash register) is none other than Chicago Actress, Joan Cusask.
Last night, Judy Maxwell Home opened their doors to folks from the neighborhood to celebrate the immensely talented, Brian Bonebreak (the artist behind these brilliant 6-foot popsicles).
We had nothing other than a planned viewing of american idol and a chipotle burrito bowl on the agenda, so Simon, Hazel and I joined my p’s at the reception… and i am so glad we did! (It is worth noting that Joan and my mama as two peas in a pod.)
We spent the evening chit-chatting with some really neat people. Artists, actresses, students, and a dude opening a salumi shop
and Hazel was a total hit! (Who knew art-receptions were her thing?) She kept folks entertained by pointing precociously at every bright print in the shop…and when she was done admiring the works, she hung out with Joan’s sons playing with the more kid-friendly curiosities (like this vintage helmet that the boys kept encouraging her to try on).
I love unique neighborhoody joints… and Judy Maxwell might just be my favorite of all such spots.
Judy Maxwell Home | 1151 N. State Street | Chicago
some cuases were understandable… others completely ridiculous but regardless, here are some of the culprits:
a particularly haunting nightmare this post (i don’t read this blog, but even without context -the words had tears rolling off my cheeks) this poem locking in the interest rate on our home loan (more specifically, the fear that we locked in too early….or too late) realizing my jcrew jacket was too wrinkled to wear and I didn’t have enough time to iron it. explaining to Simon the opening verse of “Jesus Take the Wheel” at least 2 of the american idol performances looking at the clock and realized it was 11:30…and I wanted to be in bed hours ago.
The thing was- I didn’t have a bad day. It was quite lovely, actually. My emotions just hung very close to the surface today. Hopefully tomorrow they will retreat a little.
Yesterday we celebrated Hazel. Clarification: We celebrate her everyday, but yesterday we did it with a party.
The afternoon felt special. Filled with color and joy!
It was a day that most of us (birthday girl excluded) won’t ever forget.
Happy 1st Birthday baby. You are so loved!
Cake: Sarah’s Pasteries Party Flags & Streamers & Table Runner & Cake-Topper & Birthday Crown: Mom H. (I love you mom! Could not have done this without you….we make a mean party-team, i think!) Lanterns: Target Fruit Kabobs & Watermelon Feta Cubes Hazel Beer Love: Family & Friends!
You certainly go on a lot of vacations. Have you ever considered volunteering your time?
I am going to look right past your snatchy tone and absurd logic that being well-traveled and philanthropic are somehow mutually exclusive (are you kidding me?) and post this question because it touches on something I have been wanting to write about:
More specifically, my recent decision to STOP volunteering. (or perhaps “pause” would be a better word)
This is the first time in my adult-life that I don’t have a regular standing appointment for charity work on my calendar.
In college, I volunteered at Comer’s Children’s Hospital every Thursday (I scheduled my classes to end by 11 so I could spend the bulk of my days playing with the patients who were too sick to come to the child-life center). In NY, I worked 4 jobs but found time every week to dedicate to in-need theatre groups and for the past several years, I have put my heart (and an insane amount of time) into the Children’s Choir I started with my aunts.
But since having Hazel, the ways in which I “give back” have shifted…
where I used to give time, I now donate dollars. It isn’t ideal and writing a check doesn’t come close to filling me with the same sense of warmth as actually getting involved, but for now, it will have to do.
Being a full-time working mom (with another one on the way!) means that I have limited time with my little girl. 30 minutes or so in the morning/2 hours after work. Our glorious weekends together. And yes, family travels, from time to time.
The fact of the matter is that any time I spend volunteering is time that I don’t get to spend with Hazel…and she is my priority.
The way I figure things is that one of the ways I can make the world a better place is to raise a really good little person…so that is where I am investing my energy right now.
I can’t wait until Z (and H2) are old enough to volunteer - we will get them involved as early as possible and teach them the value of philanthropy. I have no doubt that giving back to the community will become an integral part of their lives, just as it has been to mine.
I love that Mohammed Ali quote that “Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on earth.”
…and right now little Hazel Jane gets to be at the receiving end of my service. That is a choice I am proud of.
Since my mama is still in Miami, my sis stepped in for “Hazel Wednesday.” The two party girls hung out all day…and let’s just say, Ellie really out-did herself.
A trip to the park for a playdate with JENNIFER HUDSON. (ok, maybe it was less a playdate and more just a celebrity spotting at the playground. But Z did ride down the double slide with JHud’s little mister. That’s brush with fame, sort of. Tangentially related: El said Jennifer looked gooood.)
Then came some power shopping at H&M. El treated Hazel to a new pair of wayfarer shades, a polka-dotted swimsuit and some god-awful my-little-pony barrettes. Ellie wouldn’t take the credit (blame) for the hair accessories….she said Hazel insisted on adding those to the cart! :)
The two girls then stopped for some pinkberry and walked around the city logging miles & enjoying the sunshine.
Then home for a nap and some strawberries. And At some point they painted Hazel’s nails aqua blue (baby safe polish, Ellie assured me). So elegant.
When I came in from work, Z was just as chatty as could be - just trying to share some stories from her day (without the words to actually do so). While I couldn’t make out anything she said, I completely understood the gist of her excitement…