Tag: Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day Home and Garden Tour in Fell’s Point

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Fells Point Mothers Day

catch of the day fish (2)Still looking for a great way to spend this Mother’s Day? Make it a relaxing one with the 43rd Annual Historic Harbor House Tour of Fell’s Point. The tour consists of about a dozen houses, including such “perennials” as the Robert Long House and Colonial Garden, the Thomas Lamdin House, and “The Palace on Dallas.” The other homes will include an assortment of Fell’s Point residences ranging from cozy historic houses with beautiful urban gardens to dramatic, light-filled contemporary homes. Docents will be available at each location to further educate guests on the history of the home and the style and unique characteristics found within, as well as the story of the owners. That being said, the tour is self-guided, so you can take the time you need and go at your (and mom’s) own pace.

Mother’s Day Special at Medieval Times

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Mother's Day at Medieval Times

catch of the day fish (2)Isn’t every mother’s dream to wake up on Mother’s Day morning with a perfectly lovely evening of jousting to look forward to? Sure, Mother’s Day usually calls to mind saccharine greeting cards and modest floral bouquets, but what do you get for the mom who’s had enough of all that? For the mom who dreams of chain mail, bloody battles, and flagons full of grog? Why, a Mother’s Day package at Medieval Times, of course. And unlike the usual Mother’s Day fare, this gift is fun for the whole family—knights, maidens, squires, and all.

The Truth About Mother’s Day

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Saturday night, before I drifted off to sleep, a pleasant thought about how I planned to spend a good chunk of Mother’s Day, or at least the morning, fluttered through my head.

Having recently re-subscribed to the Sunday New York Times’ home delivery, I envisioned myself lounging on the couch in my living room, the sun streaming through the window and hitting my back as I lazily leafed through all my favorite sections in one sitting, rather than catching snippets of it throughout the week whenever I could find the time. My first clue that things weren’t going to go as planned struck me when the paper failed to arrive on my doorstep the next morning.

But it didn’t really matter. The morning brought with it the usual pre-sports activity chaos, which is hard to ignore much less avoid getting sucked into unless you physically remove yourself from the premises (note to self for next year). The baseball pants weren’t only missing; when they were found, scrunched in a ball at the bottom of the dirty laundry bin, they needed to be washed—quickly. While that happened, there was homework to be completed, which required a good amount of cajoling on my part.

The dirty baseball pants reminded me that there also was a heck of a lot of other dirty laundry to do. So much, it seemed, that I’d probably be better off going to a laundry mat with multiple, industrial-strength washers and dryers so as not to create a major backup of clothes piles. But instead, I decided to allow the piles to take over my basement, and I gradually chipped away at them throughout the day.

In spite of the newspaper’s absence and the overwhelming presence of laundry that greeted me on Mother’s Day, I did successfully request that my husband make breakfast for the kids while I squeezed in a brief yoga session on the living room floor. I guess I should have bargained up front for having him clean the dishes afterward too.

As I was leaning over the sink scrubbing the crepe pan and wondering what my husband had done with the sugar bowl whose contents I now desperately needed to complete my cup of coffee, I thought about Mother’s Day and the hype surrounding it.

I suppose that, on this “special day,” in some households moms are holed up in their bedrooms eating concoctions that their kids have made them for breakfast, while other moms are getting a spa treatment. But the bottom line is this:

Mother’s Day or not, come Monday—if not sooner—the special treatment that moms receive, or hope for, will be over, and everything will return to its usual state. That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

It affirms, in fact, the integral and irreplaceable role that mothers play in the lives of their families (even if, at times, that role feels like little more than short order cook and housekeeper). And trying to escape that role, even for a few hours one day of the year, is a lot like trying to wriggle out of your own skin. If you did manage to free yourself from it, you’d probably feel strange without it. But enough ruminating on Mother’s Day. It’s time to switch the laundry.

The Baltimore Original Sewing and Quilt Expo

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Sewing Expo

catch of the day fish (2)In 1913, when pockets first began appearing in women’s clothing, a Parisian reporter wrote (in response to this travesty), “it’s all over with men’s superiority over women.” Hmm. Perhaps it was a rather slippery slope, from there on out. That’s why we’re not here to say, “This isn’t your granny’s sewing and quilt expo.” After all, it seems that your granny’s sewing expo just may have helped paved the way for such novelties as women’s voting rights and equal pay. You know, the little things. But it is true that less people (women and non) are doing their own sewing these days. But if you’ve ever experienced the satisfaction of creating your own garment by hand (apron-making in Home Economics class, anyone?) you know how triumphant it can feel. Perfect for both newbies and dedicated crafters is the Baltimore Original Sewing and Quilt Expo, happening this weekend at the Convention Center.

Find the Perfect Gift for Mom at Sprezzatura

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Be delighted and intrigued by the collection of beautiful objects at Sprezzatura. From jewelry and fashion accessories to home décor and gifts for men, women and children, Sprezzatura — located in Stevenson Village — is your source for unique shopping.

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Stepping into the store is like stepping into a well-curated museum: A sophisticated selection of original art, books, home accents and gourmet treats fill the collection. And you’ll always enjoy gorgeous fresh cut flowers and exceptional service at Sprezzatura, including signature gift-wrapping and a knowledgeable staff to help you find just what you need.

To celebrate Mother’s Day, Sprezzatura will host afternoon wine and champagne daily from 3 p.m. to 5 p.m., the week before Mother’s Day, beginning Tuesday May 7.  Each day, the boutique will feature a selection of women’s fragrances, accessories and jewelry that mom will adore.

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Expansive selection of gourmet teas

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Mother’s Day Shopping Made Easy with Gifts at Halcyon House

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Want to be certain you buy something mom will love?  Head to Halcyon House, the gift shop and home store of  renowned interior designer Stiles Colwill, close your eyes and point! The selection is just that good, with elegant home accessories, divine bed linens (a wide selection of John Robshaw lines the shelves), chic jewelry and more to make the store the place to a find sure-fire winning gift for mom.  See what’s in store below!

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Handmade Ceramics

 

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Agraria diffusers & soaps
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Pono Tortoise jewelry
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Rattan serving pieces
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Vases & cachepots
Wheel Barrow Salad Bowl
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Multiple colored leather clutches

 

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Hand carved soapstone decorative boxes

 

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Angela Caputi bracelets

 

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Summer Tunics

 

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Pewter Topiary salt & pepper shakers
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Lafco scented soaps and candles
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Decorative Mexican dishes
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Mouthblown vases

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Mother’s Day Gift Guide: You Can’t Go Wrong with Jewelry

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The collection above by jewelry designer Linda Sherr honors the classic and the contemporary, and is described as “Coco Chanel meets old Hollywood.” The bold statement pieces feature dramatic baroque, coin and keishi pearls; natural turquoise; Swarovski crystal; hand-cut crystal quartz; and handmade sterling chain. All necklace, bracelet and earring designs are either one-of-a-kind or limited edition.

Handmade in Scherr’s studio in Scottsdale Arizona, each necklace and bracelet is named after women (real or fictional) and comes with a “pedigree” bearing the name and components that went into making it. Prices range from $95 to $650.

The Rococo Rocks collection premiered in 2005 and is currently featured in select boutiques and jewelry stores around the country. Bijoux in Lutherville’s Green Spring Station is the only store in the Baltimore area that sells the Rococo Rocks collection.

Linda Scherr, a native Baltimorean, was the owner of Rococo, a specialty women’s fashion boutique in Pikesville (1986 – 1992).

Mother’s Day Gift Guide: A Honest Look at Motherhood

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Everyday at 3 p.m. this week, we will post ideas for Mother’s Day gifts. What better time than the carpool hour to think of moms!

Confessions of a Scary Mommy by Jill Smokler

So she’s not the perfect mom, but who is? Mt. Washington blogger Jill Smokler’s successful mothering blog Scary Mommy chronicles her days of being a less than perfect stay-at-home mom to three young children. Her new book, Confessions of a Scary Mommy, is a collection of original essays that take an irreverent look at the underbelly of parenting — things most moms would never admit, but feel every day.

An added bonus: Mom can have the book signed by the author when she visits Wee Chic boutique in Green Spring Station the day after Mother’s Day, Monday, May 14 from 4 p.m – 7 p.m. for Mommy’s Time Out, a cocktail hour with food, drink, giveaways, prizes and, of course, confessionals from moms around the community.

So here’s the idea: Give mom the book (do not suggest you think she’s a Scary Mommy) and throw in babysitting so she can meet the author and have the night off.

A funny book and a night off? It’s sure to be a winner!

Hi, Ho the Derry-O

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In honor of Mother’s Day — which falls on May 13th this year — Baltimore-based fiction writer and Goucher prof Kathy Flann shares creative nonfiction that radically redefines the term soccer mom.

My mom bought me a toolkit and a train set, which, in the early 70’s, were pretty weird toys for a girl. It was a pre-plastic era, and all of the toys had the metal heft of the real article. They were miniature, yes, but didn’t have the garish colors or distorted proportions of today’s Fisher Price. I can still feel the boxcar wheels click onto the steel tracks and the serrated dial adjust the jaws of the wrench. “I wanted her to know she could be anything she wanted,” my mother likes to tell people. But when she asked me one day, in our avocado kitchen, what I thought that might be, I revealed a narrow concept of the word anything. “I want to be a farmer’s wife,” I told her.

When my mom tells this story at dinner parties, it always kills.

If I happen to be there, I protest, “But wait, you don’t understand–” I am drowned out by the laughter. And I taper off. I don’t really want to be the person to dim the white afterglow of a well-delivered joke. Plus, it would be impossible to explain the But feeling in my chest with same cha-ching as my mother tells that story.

If I did explain it, though, the first thing I would say is that, at five years old, I believed that farmer’s wife was a job. I developed this impression from my picture books and probably just from the air I breathed in 1974. Boys were farmers. Girls were farmers’ wives. Just like boys were pilots and girls were stewardesses. Boys were firemen and policemen. Girls were, well, missing from those parts of the books.

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