Art Fair and Friends

Ever since last October, I've looking forward to repeating this experience - going to the St. James Art Fair. This year, the weekend was extra special because our friends decided to come in town to visit too! I was so excited about the fair, that I ended up going twice. Once the moment it began on Friday morning, and again on Saturday with our full crew.

Just like last year, the scenery was distractingly beautiful - century-old houses that are treasured and manicured to perfection.

We all left empty handed, because besides buying something like homemade soap or iced tea, prices are pretty high. There are some amazingly unique and memorable artists and creations here, but nothing we couldn't live without.

One house I always admired is the brick red with multi-colored trimming pictured here to the right. It just so happens to be for sale right now. And while I have to admit it's more of a DIY than we can handle, it's still nice to dream and look through the photos. Like so many houses in Old Louisville, it's bones and trimming are gorgeous. Have a look here at the listing.













Spending the weekend with friends was an even better investment. Since our apartment is pretty small, we rented a house through airbnb just over the river in Indiana for our party of 6. The place was just what we wanted, somewhere comfortable to just hangout and catch up with each other. There was a trail to a river to stretch our legs, a grill to cook together and a firepit to gather around in the evenings for long talks.

And the best moments from the weekend were those low key moments at the house together. After 7 years together and being guests to our friends, we were finally able to reciprocate and host them all here at our "home". Cooking and eating dinner and breakfast together, fawning over their adorable two-year-old, watching the fire dance and talking about life and miscellanea.

It felt like a three day recharge. Mentally, we relaxed more than we have in a while. No planning or thinking ahead towards big decisions to come. It was such a carefree time that without much urging Isaac stood beneath this gap in the interstate bridge above getting pummeled by rain water.

But as we often say to each other while trudging up the steps to our second floor apartment, home is the best. We loved playing host to our friends in a rented house, but returning back to our own cozy place can't be beat. It's the little things like my grandma-ish seasonal decor and our own velveteen-rabbit-come-to-life Cookie.