I originally created this website/blog in the late 90s (ack!) because I wanted to share the awe-influencing things I see around my part of world (and my travels) so we can be inspired together. I stopped featuring places a lot, and don’t blog much except for inspiring photos, but… this place was pretty cute! The plant wall was inclusive of 2 monstera deliciosas and the patio was surrounded by vines, lights, and bamboo.
My eve during the week to go out alone and to hang with a friend is Wednesday — it makes for the perfect middle of the week re-center and is a great time to catch up with best friends. I have a toddler, a preteen, 3 bonus kids, and 3 jobs — haha. It’s hard to take breaks for art or fun but so important.
Bodhi is an adorable Thai Bistro Bar with delicious Thai food, craft cocktails, craft beer, and loads of plants.
Bodhi is located at located at 922 Massachusetts Avenue – Indianapolis (at the northeast end of Mass Ave adjacent to the Bottleworks District).
I am pleased to announce that the Macaron Bar on Mass Ave in Indianapolis has opened recently and so I was able to visit and get some tasty macarons while doing a business feature. I highly recommend the earl grey within the current offerings! That’s my favorite flavor, hands down.
If you want a little more than a decadently cute dessert you can also take classes here. They offer classes on making and decorating macarons as well as pairing events inclusive of champagne, coffee or beer!
I was also delighted about the minimal decor, bright POPs of color and the option to order macaron towers for an event. Stop by and let me know what you think.
My husband is so cute when he’s sleeping.
He talks in his sleep, you see.
Tonight I asked him why he was moving and he said “I’m just waiting on you to come get me. I miss you.”
In the past (he hates coffee -even the smell- and I love it) he told me he wants to know how much the coffee is so he can buy it for his wife.
I’m always wondering what he’s doing in his sweet, mundane dreams.
Meanwhile, in my dreams, I’m flying, moving to some alternate universe, swimming with my daughter while we have mermaid fins, finding rooms full of fairies and shimmery blue butterflies, and eating desserts because I know I can eat as much as I want and not gain weight.
I have noticed these days in my mundane (and stress) dreams I seem to often be moving.
I’m moving and arranging all of the kids’ bedrooms.
I love arranging a house and also going through the things the past owners left.
In a recent stress dream I was moving and I was rushing through throwing all of these flower decorations away that the owner left.
It was so kitschy cute, every single item was covered in roses and pastels.
However I was so upset that they were not my own things in my home that I decided to just toss them compulsively.
Then I realized that I probably should have notified the owner.
I’ve always quite a fan of the fair. Something about the red candy apples and the lights of the Ferris wheel sends my heart a flutter and my eyes sparkling like prisms in the sun. Add fancy chickens being shown like prized trophies and I’m in.
So there you have it, this is the fair through the kaleidoscope eyes of Miseducated’s colorfully skewed looking glass.
That was very Warhol of this supermarket sculptor..
This Polish chicken is patiently waiting her time to go home.
As a kid this was always my must-play game.
It was once around $1 for 20 balls and the bowls were all side to side so you won a new pet fish every time.
Esra and I adored the pineapple whip.
Esra and I had a wonderful time and seeing as our fairs are just a bit different than they are in Turkey, it was entertaining for her~ The fair is always a mixed bag.. it’s over-priced, crowded by many people you don’t want to be around and filled with delicious junk food. The lengths I go to for the fair specialties and a few glimpses of chickens is laughable.
Also, pst! If you’re going to be at the fair next Tuesday you’ll be able to see my David Cunningham’s photorealism painting demonstration in the Fine Arts Building.
This is my attempt to update my blog using both Siri and my WordPress app because I very rarely have the patience…
So Emma and I found we had a break in our work day and decided we would spend our lunch hour going to Saraga International Market (which is really an excuse for me to pile junk food in my cart).
If there is anything good to say about Saraga it’s that it has 1. very inexpensive produce and 2. junk food from all over the world, everywhere.
If you have a craving to eat turkish delight while drinking Ramune soda and sitting on a bag of kawaii mexican marshmallow ropes, YOU CAN DO THAT HERE! OR if you want some hot pink duck eggs, onion naan, dumplings and buns of absolutely any flavor ever imagined and a pound of squid? YOU CAN FIND THOSE HERE! And if you want Japanese junk food and produce because you are supposed to be “grocery shopping” for “necessities” but found your snack cabinet and bubble tea jars low (so what else can you do?), do it here here here! Be responsible with inexpensive produce and splurge on the best junk food and sweets all in the same market!
These are DUCK eggs died pink.. *shrug*
And stay tuned because there are upcoming YouTube vlogs on a couple of Japanese snack crates that asked for a review so I decided to compare and contrast~ xx!
In this one weekend only competition iMOCA iNSIDERS and Hoosier Salon members are invited to present their work side by side to be voted on by the public and determine which pieces are the most popular. The creators of the top five favorite pieces in the show will win special prize packages.
On Friday we went to the opening at iMOCA, because David submitted his new drawing (“My Sun Sets to Rise Again” 17.5″x24″ Black and White Charcoal on Paper) into the competition, and we were happy we did. I love seeing new art-events in Indianapolis, especially one like this that exposes one genre to another genre.
Today is your last day to view the show. It’s only open this weekend: August 7 – August 9 until 7:00pm in iMOCA located at 1043 Virginia Ave Suite 5, Indianapolis, Indiana 46203
IMOCA is pretty self-explanatory. Indianapolis Museum of Contemporary Art. I’ve been to quite a few of their events, in fact, Jamie and I actually dressed up in blood for their campy halloween vampire movie viewing a couple of years ago. Meanwhile, the Hoosier Salon’s art is much more traditional but still contemporary in the way that it is currently being created. Richard Anderson, “People like to forget that all art created at this time is contemporary.”
Robert Horvath, Narcissus #4
The much adored Richard Anderson, gallery manager at the Carmel Hoosier Salon Gallery, along with Paula Katz, gallery manager at iMOCA, wanted to try new ways to expose and blend art and artists to new audiences as well as their organizations. As artist David Cunningham said, “It broadens the audience. You have people that are interested in contemporary work looking at traditional art while those who prefer traditional art are now seeing contemporary art. It also exposes contemporary artists of one genre to contemporary artists of another genre.”
All participating iMOCA iNSIDERs and Hoosier Salon members were allowed to submit one piece of work within a 30″ size limit, no video was allowed.
You have one last chance today to view the work if you haven’t yet!
This past weekend on June 13, 2015 (Saturday) the man of my dreams, my soul mate, someone I’ve been through hell and heaven with, and every fantasy I’ve ever had, asked me to marry him. To spend my life with him. To give him the opportunity to love and heal and grow with me forever. I can’t imagine a better gift from God and the universe than he. My Colette and my fiance, I feel so blessed. I’ve been floating on a sort of love I can’t come down from. I feel like my love meter has been raised and I can’t get enough. He’s the only person I’ve known (besides my daughter) that I can’t be angry at for longer than a few seconds. It’s just not worth it to be separate!
First we packed a picnic and he took me kayaking — we have a two-person kayak and I love going because we always find animals swimming around (otters and beavers!) and we dock and explore the forest a bit (I’ve always adored the forest). We live right near Fall Creek which is lovely, it goes through the woods and you never know what you’ll find. We went further back to drop our boat in than we had before and it started RAINING HARD as soon as we got in the water. Luckily it was right beside a bridge so we rowed under it and maybe 5 minutes later the sun came out so off we went. I’m sure there were rainbows but I could only see the trees canopying over the creek. David said we had reservations that night so we needed to get home to get dressed up. Eeek! It was taking longer than expected to get near home. We had to call an uber car to give us a ride to our van so we could pick up the boat and everything happened so smoothly I was just in a daze.
We both got ready, took a quick rest and then David drove us downtown where we arrived at a lovely horse drawn carriage. I always wanted to ride one of those around the city. The horse was so cute! We got to pet her and she had painted, pastel, sparkly feet for the Pride Parade that day and had big flowers in her hair. Inside the carriage was a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates from this tasty chocolate cafe on the circle. The horse took us on a tour around the city, even cute vintage-looking parts I hadn’t seen before. I loved it. It was so wonderful and I’ll never forget it.
Then we went to sit beside the fountain and share chocolates after the carriage ride was over. David was asking me about my plans for the next 5 years and things that were important for me to accomplish.. I was really loving our date night and feeling so close. He said he had something in his briefcase and he kneeled down on the steps and I just started crying. He told me everything I’ve ever dreamed someone would say to me since I was a young girl watching cheesy 90s teen romance movies hoping things like that really happened. He promised to always love me and always work towards being a better man and doing any healing and work for us to be a better us. He told me so many things I never thought anyone could even verbalize that were just music to my heart. He asked if I would marry him and I said yes while the tears rolled down my cheeks. He then handed me a letter he wrote to me conveying everything he just said in a personal format I could keep. I’ve never felt so loved and cherished in my entire life.
I have known since we met 9 years ago he was very special and I loved being around him. We both felt a connection and knew we should stay in touch even through we were both in different stages in life. Since we started dating 3 years ago I knew he was the one, getting to know him more deeply has felt like remembering someone my heart already knew. I just didn’t imagine everything would happen as it did over all those years but we got through hell together and have arrived at this wonderful place where we can just enjoy life and love. I’m so grateful. I feel so honored that this is the man for me.
After this he said we STILL weren’t done with our date night so we went on a little evening walk and arrived to Indy’s little treasure St. Elmo Steakhouse (world’s best shrimp cocktail) to have an amazingly rich dinner and more flowers waiting for me there. He said he planned to propose there but thought it would be more special at a public place we can visit and associate that special moment with it. All of the waiters knew of course so they all stopped by to congratulate us. He said he tried to incorporate most of the parts of our lives into this day and hoped it was special.. meanwhile.. I’m still just in shock.
We walked home hand in hand under the street lights and on sidewalks aglow with rainbow glitter from the pride parade just that morning while every passerby donning rainbow beads (I wanted some!) yelled, “Congratulations” as though they knew what cloud I was floating on. I was carrying so many flowers I’m sure I looked as though I’d won an award or been the lead on a broadway musical. I still float on that pink cloud throughout the days and even when I’m stressed or sad I think of this special day and know that I did succeed in finding my soul mate, completing our family and being filled with joy we’re devoted to spending the rest of our lives together.
It’s officially summer here in INDIEana. The air is hot, heavy and humid — it feels like wrapping a wool blanket around your body while being locked in a hot tanning bed and trying to relax. I don’t care though, I missed the hot sunshine, the animals, the flowers and I even missed the baseball games where the kids are so excited to go but the only person really enjoying it to the fullest is Colette. She amuses herself so much that she amuses others.
Colette is like myself as a little girl only unbroken. She is filled with a lot of imagination, creativity and love to share. She had a bubble wand and walked up to every teenage picnic and family relaxing on blankets watching the game to offer her bubbles. She would make small talk about her princess face painting (just like Elsa!) and then proceed to invite them to watch her spectacular bubble wand do it’s magic. Everyone laughed and smiled. No one was too cool to say no. I know she will be famous one day if not just for her kind, inspiring and compassionate spirit. She can make a crowd smile like nothing else. (A few months ago when we went to the African American Art and Soul Festival she danced the dances they were doing on stage and the camera man stopped shooting the show to shoot her!)
Primroses have long been considered ‘fairy flowers’ in Ireland where they were believed to grant fairies the power of invisibility. Hanging a spray of primroses on your door is an invitation to the fae to enter your home and to draw fairy blessings. Plant primroses in your garden to attract fairies to it. In Indianapolis (aka OZ) the primroses go mad~ some yards and fields are solely primroses! They spread like mushrooms here and are so lovely and dainty.
So this year for New Years Eve we went to a lovely party in downtown Indianapolis with an art collector that bought a lot of David’s paintings at a gallery recently filled with delicious Mediterranean food, handmade, glittery chocolates and lots of chatter. It was glorious! She, Emily, had just adopted a new Siberian kitten for her adult male Siberian cat and they were so gorgeous. Then we walked through hour freezing city (Indianapolis was SO COLD on this night!) to our car and had our own chat at home prior to making peanut butter fudge, having sparkling cider and snuggling up to watch documentaries with Bacon (puppy) and Calvin (cat). Every year we’ve spent together we have made sure to have our own little discussion about the former year and our plans for improving ourselves next year. We also have a private discussion about our relationship and how grateful we are to have the life together that we have. Every single year I feel luckier. The more things we get through together causes both of us to be the more open-hearted, close and connected.
As you know I love making collages with photos, videos and the like. This is what I’m enjoying most with making the vlogs. It’s like a new format of my collage-obsessed, mixed-media creativity process. I hope it reads ok! This is a quick video collage of New Years Eve and our New Years Resolutions as well as what we plan not to do. I really love the idea of not only putting a list of goals you’ll accomplish but also things you will refrain from doing. I think it’s great to think about these in both ways just to get a good idea of your goals for yourself.
I’ve also decided THURSDAY will be my vlog or new video upload day so I’m not doing 3 a week or none a week. Since I’m new to Youtube vlogging I’d like to be on a schedule from now on. This also means I’ll plan to post the videos here every Thursday regardless if it’s just a video or an article related to the video or both as well as the other usual kinds of posts about whimsical lifestyle inspiration that you find at Miseducated.