Current Home Opening on Palmer Avenue in Scarsdale
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This is a snapshot of me. I’ll be driving around town in my car, singing along with Rihanna, making a mental list of things I did and did not accomplish in my busy day, when suddenly, I remember: my sister-in-law’s birthday is in three days and I haven’t bought her a present! Or, I need a hostess gift for Saturday night! Or, I was going to buy a housewarming gift for my friend who finally bit the bullet and moved to the suburbs from the city but I totally spaced and now I have no time to get something fun! Damn!
I yell at myself a lot in the car.
But now I can relax and pull over at the Five Corners, and so can you, because Current Home is here to answer all of our shopping dilemmas. Anniversary gift for mom and dad? Check. Art for your daughter’s hip, tween bedroom? Check. Awesome new serving tray to jazz up your blah Thanksgiving table? Check. This chic, contemporary home accessories store has it all.
Current Home, located next to the Metro Deli at 8 Palmer Avenue, is owned by three Scarsdale women, Michele Brettschneider, Alyson Lane, and Karen Tolchin, and is the evolution of A & M Table, formerly located on the second floor at 1495 Weaver Street. The business began in the spring of 2010, when Alyson and Michele teamed up to bring modern, fresh accents to the suburban marketplace. They started by setting up a showroom at Michele’s home, where items on display could be specially ordered, eliminating the need to house a great deal of inventory and allowing them to test the market. “It started because we felt there was a void,” Michele says.
“There was no place local to buy updated, contemporary pieces,” Alyson adds.
They had an idea, they saw an opportunity and they took it. “We just started! We said, ‘we can do this’.” Michele explains, standing in the almost-ready-to-open, beautiful new space where she and her partners are unpacking boxes of barware. “This new store has evolved from that successful home business.”
I love that. Don’t you just love that?
The third partner, Karen Tolchin, recently joined the venture and helped take the store to their new location. “As the business grew, the partnership grew too,” Alyson explains.
So, while they still carry the home accessories that their fans have come to know and love, like agate coasters and bookends, leather trays and boxes, hammered silver bowls and horn serving pieces, they have been able to grow their offerings as well. Current Home is in a bigger retail space now, in a high-traffic area, with an easy-to-see storefront. They are excited to be able to expand their product line to reflect the growing needs and interests of their customers.
Karen, with her trademark enthusiasm, tells me about some of the new offerings. “We’re carrying artwork! That’s our big new thing,” she explains. One prominent artist’s name is Camomile Hixon, who works in…wait for it…glitter. (Yes, glitter art! I’m talking bright, fun, pop-art style graphic prints. She’s toats amayze.) “We also have these custom-made, acrylic bookends for a teen’s bedroom,” she says, pointing to a hot pink pair of peace signs. They can be ordered with any symbol representing your child’s interests, and can be made in any color.
The store has small furniture items, as well, from poufs to bar carts to rugs and mirrors.
Current Home carries unique light fixtures too, some of which are on display in the sleek storefront. “We hope to create look books in the near future, for customers to flip through, of all our favorite items for order,” Karen explains. They often work with designers and decorators who buy items for their clients’ homes, and they also do wonderful corporate gifts and teacher gifts.
The aesthetic of Current Home is edgy, fresh, of-the-moment sophistication, like the home shop on the 7th floor of Barney’s. The store even carries some of the same designers, such as Thomas Fuchs, whose Remains Collection -- upscale barware featuring skulls -- is a favorite. I fell in love with the acrylic items by designer Alexandra Von Furstenberg, like a smoky backgammon set that is as pretty to look at as it is functional. (While these particular items are pricey, the store carries a range of great items from about $20 and up.)
Things in this store call my name. I swear. They whisper “Take me home with you,” when I touch them.
It’s very hard to leave Current Home without buying something. So, I have to know, when will they be open for business?
“We were supposed to open this past week, but Hurricane Sandy delayed everything,” Karen says. “The floors couldn’t come in from Boston. We had no power. We packed up from our old store in the dark, with lanterns! Our children helped out, because they had no school!”
Yes, the owners are all moms, with seven children between the three of them. “We moved stuff over here in our own cars and the kids unpacked.”
Helping mom advance her new business venture? I’d say that’s the best use of time off from school that I can think of. And supporting local moms as they make a dream into a reality? That’s a good use of everyone’s time.
Current Home hopes to be open this weekend, or by Monday at the latest, to meet all of your Thanksgiving needs. Feel free to buy me – I mean yourself -- a little something.
Current Home
8 Palmer Ave
914 723 2462
Columnist and blogger Julie Gerstenblatt writes with humor and candor about her life in Scarsdale, her friends and family, and the particular demands of motherhood and wifedom in modern-day suburbia. She recently published her first novel, Lauren Takes Leave.
Temporary Housing Now Available for Seniors at the Hebrew Home
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Good news for Seniors without heat: The Village of Scarsdale and the Hebrew Home in Riverdale are announcing that senior citizens affected by Hurricane Sandy can find temporary shelter at the Hebrew Home at Riverdale. Private rooms with full baths in their assisted living facility are available at no cost. The Hebrew Home at Riverdale is also providing hot meals for those in need. Limited transportation to the facility may also be available. For more information contact Deborah Messina at the Hebrew Home at Riverdale at 800‐567‐3646.
Lululemon for Girls? Yes, it’s True! Meet Ivivva
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First, let me just say, on behalf of all the Lululemon-loving women out there with young daughters…OMG! When I heard that the Vancouver-based athletic wear designer Lululemon had an entire store of dance and yogawear for girls, I was, like, so excited. And then I was shocked, because, um, where have I been? How did I not know this important piece of info? I immediately surfed the Internet and saw for myself that it was true.
Hooray!
As a former gymnast, dancer, diver, and wannabe Knicks City Dancer, I know a thing or two about active wear. I know it has to flatter your body and not crawl up your butt. And, now, as an indoor cyclist and writer who sits around in sweatpants, I know that there’s nothing I’d rather wear for both/either activity than my Lululemon Gather and Grow cropped pants and a Cool Racerback tank.
Not to mention, I have a seven-year-old daughter who likes to pretend she’s a hip-hopping rock star.
Let me put on my journalista cap and get down to business, sharing what I know with all of you Lemonheads out there.
The first Ivivva Athletica store opened in Vancouver in late 2009, and now has about 8 outposts throughout Canada. But we live in the US of A, so we don’t care that much about those stores. We want ones here. And, guess what? We’ve got ‘em. There are Ivivva showrooms in New York City, Boston, Chicago, The OC, and Bellevue, WA. (These smaller, cozier stores are opened for limited hours on certain days, so check the website for specific information before you go.) Temporary pop-up stores currently exist in Scottsdale, AZ and St Louis, MO (this one opens at the end of October).
As expected from Lulu, the Ivivva active wear is cool, hip and functional, as well as slightly overpriced. But, in a sort of funny way, that higher price point probably makes us lust after the clothing even more, and the Lulu people know that. And they know that we know that. And we buy it anyway. And they like that very much.
Anyway, back to the girls.
To quote the website, “If you haven’t guessed by now, Ivivva is made for seriously active girls. All of our clothes are designed with input from dancers, gymnasts, ice skaters, movers and shakers. And, we even have dance classes in our stores every week.”
(Is your blood pumping harder? Is your heart beating faster? ‘Cuz mine sure is. Let me quote on.)
“As members of the Lululemon athletica family, we share the same DNA. That means we use the same, high-quality, technical fabrics in all our clothes and that everything we make is designed for active girls who love to move and aren’t afraid to sweat.”
Go, girlpower!
Should you not live near an actual Ivivva store or showroom, do not fear. You can shop online. (Just make sure to switch from CA to USA so you are ordering from the American website and paying in US dollars. FedEx Ground shipping is free.) Should you need to get an item hemmed, bring it to any Lululemon store for free alterations.
Plus, Ivivva cares. “Gymnasts told us they were tired climbing out of the pit with little bits of foam stuck to their outfits, so we started using the foam-resistant power luxtreme fabric for our Rhythmic Shorts.” I mean, I think I want to cry. They love our daughters that much? Can they make chalk-resistant leotards?
“The vents in our Double Time Gym Bag came from a dancer in Calgary who wanted more air vents for her stinky shoes.”
They do love us. They really do.
And we heart them back.
Now, click over and shop, please. Your daughter will thank you from the top of her Showtime tank to the bottom of her Get Down Crop ii.
Namaste.
Ivivva New York Showroom
215 West 83rd Street
New York, NY 10024
Hours:
Thursday & Friday 2:00pm to 6:00pm
Saturday 10:00am to 5:00pm
Sunday 11:00am to 5:00pm
Phone: (212) 362-3839
Email: [email protected]
http://www.ivivva.com
Columnist and blogger Julie Gerstenblatt writes with humor and candor about her life in Scarsdale, her friends and family, and the particular demands of motherhood and wifedom in modern-day suburbia. Read about her new book Lauren Takes Leave and keep up with the latest from Julie Gerstenblatt at http://juliegerstenblatt.com
A Home Schooling Curriculum For the End of The World (with reading list attached)
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One of the goals of a superb education is to ensure that the next generation – our children -- are ready to compete in a global economy. Upon graduation, will they have what it takes to survive against powerhouses like the Japanese? The Germans? Those darned Sweeds? In the wake of recent meteorological events, I say we shift gears a bit and refine our American educational goals. Forget reading and writing and Singapore math. Let’s just hope that everybody survives.
Fact: My ten-year-old son has missed about 20 days of school for weather-related causes. 12 and a half of those were from “superstorms” or rogue/freak/this-never-happens crazyass damage caused by wind or ice. (That half day was caused by the Halloween storm of 2011, when the elementary school opened for a costume pity-party parade in the school parking lot and then sent everyone home because it was too effing cold and dark to eat candy inside the building.) He and his sister have begun to think that missing a week of school every third year is the new normal, much as one might say that navy is the new black, or that New Coke was momentarily the new Coke. Right now it’s like my offspring are professors at a prestigious university, enjoying their god-given sabbatical.
I am starting to think that my children’s memories of school will be fond because they only attended once in a while and thus looked forward to it with heightened anticipation and glee, much like Laura Ingalls Wilder did during planting season on the prairie. “We really get to go to school, Ma and Pa? For a whole week? Say it ain’t so!””
“Don’t forget your chalkboard, Half-Pint!” I’ll say, as my daughter bounds out of the house, petticoats and braids flying.
You think I’m kidding? When the power goes, there won’t be a chalkboard app on her iPad for long. She’ll have to use an actual chalkboard. And then I’ll start calling dressing her oddly and calling her Half-Pint for fun.
What our children need in order to save them from the hazards caused by global warming is an educational foundation grounded in this very same earth that is now imploding all around us.
Our children need to learn how to wield an axe to cut down the trees that fall into their homes and then use those trees for kindling to heat their homes. Or, perhaps, to build new ones. They need to think and act like scouts without the sex abuse scandals, learning what the word ‘orienteering’ means and helping old ladies across 6-lane intersections without the guide of any working traffic lights. Refine the Phys Ed curriculum to include sandbagging and roof climbing, I say.
Also, globalization is critical, as the next generation will need to learn how to read the Mandarin instructions that come with a black market crank-handled radio or an imported Croatian generator. Our teenagers need to know how to style their hair without product or ionic hairdryers and how to talk directly to people by looking at them face-to-face - because there will no longer be texting to hide behind - and because we’ll all be living side-by-side on cots in shelters on high ground. They’ll need to learn how to walk to school uphill in the snow both ways all summer long. When I say back-to-basics, I really mean back-to-basics.
And so, I’d like to propose a curriculum for the end of the world. This step-by-step manual contains pre, during, and post-apocalyptic teaching guides intended to home school your child in the dark of your very own, semi-submerged house, using your state’s learning standards. It is applicable for grades K-12.
For those of you with gifted children, there are AP and Honors tracks available, at least until those tracks get washed away by the approaching tsunami.
To give you a little taste of what’s in store, attached is the Summer Reading Guide of Realistic Fiction (note: these used to be called “Apocalyptic Fiction” or “Dystopian Fantasy” but, in the wake of Sandy et al, the genre has recently been renamed.) Remember also, the term “summer” now extends from January to December.
These titles can be purchased on Amazon.com; summary content was taken directly from that website.
Life as We Knew It by Susan Beth Pfeffer
I guess I always felt even if the world came to an end, McDonald’s still would be open.
High school sophomore Miranda’s disbelief turns to fear in a split second when an asteroid knocks the moon closer to Earth, the way “one marble hits another.” The result is catastrophic. How can her family prepare for the future when worldwide tsunamis are wiping out the coasts, earthquakes are rocking the continents, and volcanic ash is blocking out the sun? As August turns dark and wintry in northeastern Pennsylvania, Miranda, her two brothers, and their mother retreat to the unexpected safe haven of their sunroom, where they subsist on stockpiled food and limited water in the warmth of a wood-burning stove.
This awesomely depressing trilogy will feel like another day at home with the kids.
The Age of Miracles by Karen Thompson Walker
In The Age of Miracles, the world is ending not with a bang so much as a long, drawn-out whimper. And it turns out the whimper can be a lot harder to cope with. The Earth's rotation slows, gradually stretching out days and nights and subtly affecting the planet's gravity. The looming apocalypse parallels the adolescent struggles of 10-year-old Julia, as her comfortable suburban life succumbs to a sort of domestic deterioration.
This blurb had me at “domestic deterioration” and “long, drawn-out whimper.” Feels like life with the spouse who cannot commute to his/her office because that office is no longer there! Fun for the whole family.
The Dog Stars by Peter Heller
A first novel set in Colorado after a superflu has culled most of humanity. A man named Hig lives in a former airport community—McMansions built along the edge of a runway—which he shares with his 1956 Cessna, his dog, and a slightly untrustworthy survivalist. He spends his days flying the perimeter, looking out for intruders and thinking about the things he’s lost—his deceased wife, the nearly extinct trout he loved to fish.
Doesn’t this description make you want to run/swim/paddleboard right past your McMansion and to your nearest CVS for your flu shot, while fishing along the way? (Don’t drive – it’s a waste of scarce gas.)
Trapped by Michael Northrop (To be release on Dec 12, 2012, if there is such a date)
It’s a setup just plausible enough to give you chills. A nor’easter, which will ultimately be known as the worst blizzard in U.S. history, sweeps into a rural New England community, trapping seven kids inside their high school for days. Northrop begins with some dark foreshadowing—“Not all of us made it”— which makes the students’ gradual realization of their predicament all the more frightening. First the snow piles up past the windows; then the water pipes freeze; then the roof starts making ominous noises. What begins as a sort of life-or-death The Breakfast Club (there’s the delinquent, the pretty girl, the athlete, and so on) quickly turns into a battle for survival.
A life-or-death Breakfast Club? Are you kidding me? Best way to die in a book ever. Can’t wait for it. Literally, I can’t wait.
In summary, I’m just working out the basics now, but hope to have the curriculum ready to go before next Wednesday, when a non-fictitious nor’easter threatens to psychologically damage every weatherman by making him question whether he can possibly be that unfortunately historically accurate twice in a row. Until then, stay safe, stay warm, and stay dry.
And read about the end of the world – it’s only fiction, after all.
Columnist and blogger Julie Gerstenblatt writes with humor and candor about her life in Scarsdale, her friends and family, and the particular demands of motherhood and wifedom in modern-day suburbia. Read about her new book Lauren Takes Leave and keep up with the latest from Julie Gerstenblatt at http://juliegerstenblatt.com
How Do I Look?
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The other day, as I was driving out of the CVS parking lot, I saw my friend Leigh walking into the store. I waved and slowed the car. She gestured to me like she had something important to talk to me about, so I stopped and rolled down the window. She approached my SUV with purpose.
“Hi! Ohmigod, I’m so glad you’re here!” She said. I wasn’t sure why, but suddenly, so was I! It was great fortune for us to meet up like this! Leigh stepped back from my window and gestured to her legs. “Are these pants too tight on me?”
She was wearing skinny black Capris and a black button down. “No, they are perfect,” I said.
“No, seriously,” she said.
“Seriously!” I answered.
“Like, look again. They aren’t like way too tight?” She turned this way and that. Someone honked and I checked my rearview mirror to make sure I wasn’t blocking traffic.
I tried again. “Seriously. I just saw you walking here, and, in a flash before I recognized you, I thought, there goes a thin woman.”
“No, but seriously.”
“Leigh. You look like what’s-her-name, Audrey Hepburn, in those capris.”
“Because, you know, I’ve recently lost weight, and –“
“I know! You’ve lost a lot of weight. More weight even than you had before.”
“Yes! And so now I have no idea what fits me. Like, I looked at the tag on these pants that I haven’t worn in years and was like, no way an I fit into them, but here I am!” She said, excitedly. But then she reconsidered her potential joy. “Unless they are too tight.”
“Ugh! They are perfect!”
“You need to be a good friend. You would tell me, right? If they looked bad?”
“Yes, I would tell you! Of course I would.”
Notice the interesting shift here. My role in this exchange quickly morphed from fashion advisor/giver of an unbiased opinion to “good friend.” Why was I accused of being a liar and, perhaps, not a good friend? Because of my flattery? If I told her she looked like a fat cow, would I have been deemed an honest, good friend…or a bitchy and jealous wench?
Was there any way to quote-unquote win this, or, at the very least, conclude it and get the hell out of the CVS parking lot in one piece?
Leigh paused. “You aren’t going to put this in your blog, are you?”
I smiled. “Yes, Leigh, I think I am.”
What is it with us women? Why can’t we accept a compliment, or be a fair judge of our own appearance? Why is it that, more often than not, we crave the supportive thumbs up from a wingman? Is flying solo with our fashion choices and body image really that hard?
I think the answer is a complicated yes and no.
The first problem that messes with our womanly bodies and heads is childbearing. I’m not one of those people that goes around blaming her children for her fat ass, but I will say that my body definitely changed post-baby. When we get pregnant, we gain a lot of weight, and then we lose a lot of weight. Then we have another child and do it again. And perhaps, again and again. Or, perhaps, we inject hormones and try in vitro and that messes with our bodies (and heads) in an even more extreme way. And then, once we have these children, we are too tired to exercise. For the better part of a decade, our bodies may be in constant flux as we ramp up up up and down down down, perhaps not losing all of the baby weight in between pregnancies.
And, throughout, we look at ourselves in the mirror, and go, huh. Like, at 7 months pregnant, we go, look at my boobs! And, then, seven months after the completion of breastfeeding, we go, oy, look at my boobs. And my hips. And my stomach.
And my arms.
Fine, my atrophied arms are probably not related to pregnancy or childbirth, but they are different now than they were before. Which brings me to point number two.
Age. Whether or not you’ve had children, you’ve had time. And time is a bummer on the body. Gravity pulls things down. The jowls, the butt, the aforementioned arms. Suddenly, we feel insecure about parts of ourselves that used to be just fine, or points of pride, even. Spanx helps some of it, and exercise remedies a lot as well, but the fact is, my face is slowly sliding off my skull like the California coastline into the Pacific, and no amount of lotions and push-ups and antioxidants can really prevent that natural downward drift.
And these are just a few of the reasons why we might ask a friend, “how do I look?” Because we don’t always know anymore.
But here’s the upside of time: it means that I’ve stopped caring so much about what other people think of me. Of my weight, and my face, and my butt. I don’t even care that much whether people like me anymore, although I certainly try to be nice. Not caring….it’s so refreshing!
And so, I think we can all agree that a healthy self-image is top priority, because, ultimately, we can’t get younger or taller. (I’ve tried.) And we can all agree that feeling good is much more of a from-the-inside-out process than an outside-in one. And, yet, I do give some thought to how I dress when I leave the house, and I do like receiving compliments from time to time, so I understand Leigh completely: no one wants to be walking around in pants that are too tight.
Long ago, my mother imagined a device that would allow women to see themselves in motion from behind, like when walking down a New York City street. Do these pants really make my butt look big? Should I be wearing different underpants with these white jeans? It’s a mirror-like gadget called “Ass Backwards,” and she’s currently working on an app for it that she feels might help save women’s lives.
Which brings me back to Leigh, her Capri pants, and the CVS parking lot. Leigh had finally lost her baby weight - and more - in time for her son’s bar mitzvah. It’s been a while since she had seen herself as a smaller person and she didn’t know what to make of it. Her insecurity came not from insanity (okay, fine, maybe a little bit from crazyland), but mostly from complete unfamiliarity. She was tall and newly thin…and her hair was highlighted and her skin was tanned, because, she explained, her best friend’s son was also becoming a bar mitzvah, and Leigh was being called up for an aliyah on the bimah. (For those of you unfamiliar with Jewish-isms, this means that she would be standing on a platform in front of a room filled with hundreds of people, so she wanted to look her best. Not just before God, but before the Bernsteins and Shapiros, too.)
So, Leigh, even though we know appearances aren’t everything, I want to declare here, in my blog post, so loud that everyone on the World Wide Web can hear it: those pants look great.
Seriously.
Columnist and blogger Julie Gerstenblatt writes with humor and candor about her life in Scarsdale, her friends and family, and the particular demands of motherhood and wifedom in modern-day suburbia. She recently published her first novel, Lauren Takes Leave.