We celebrated my brothers’ birthdays in Seattle a few weekends ago. I have two younger brothers, both punks. As the oldest, I happen to know they were more spoiled than me. They were born on the same day, 4 years apart. I got to come home from school when my baby brother was born. I was eight at the time. My mom’s best friend was managing my middle brother’s birthday party, while my mom birthed my baby brother in the next room. He was born at home on purpose. We all love that story and almost every year someone new asks about it.
We enjoy Seattle. The munchkin wanted to ride this pig at Pike street all day.
This is not her first lemon. She does know what they taste like. Every single time she makes this face. And everytime there are lemons around she wants one.
My youngest brother works in a giant cone called the Museum of Glass. He has a cool job in a cool place. I would very much recommend going there if you are in Tacoma or the surrounding area. We spent all day in and around it and had a great time.
These are pictures of the “hot shop“. You can watch the artists work during the day. The artist we watched doing his glasswork, Gabe Feenan, is a resident at the Glass Museum. I really wanted to see the “Kids Design Glass” days. We couldn’t take pictures of the Kids Design Glass hall of the museum but it was my very favorite part. You can see some of the sculptures online, but for the stories (which are typed word for word, mispellings and poor grammer included) written by the kids, you have to visit. Kids are hilarious. The Broken Heart Snake was a favorite of mine. There is a picture of it on the website, but the story is really what got me. The snake sucks love and if you see it you can’t love for something like seven years. It made me laugh out loud.
Looking up into the dome.
Some pieces on display that you can take pictures of. It is really incredible how they make the different sculptures.
This is one of Preston Singletary‘s designs. His work is amazing. It is sandblasted to achieve the two toned effect. The work that goes into a piece like this is intense.
You can see my punk brother here at his work station. He operates the cameras and puts up videos both in the hot shop and online.
He is about half way up the dome and has a little window to see the hot shop floor. He knows many of the artists personally and the guys of the hot shop floor were great to us. They all came over to say hello and meet his family.
This is right outside the museum.
The water forest.
It was warm enough that playing in the water was fun, but I wasn’t excited to get too wet. Not pictured, my brother and father trying to stick me to a water pole.
This is the bridge we crossed on our way to lunch:
Looking back across to the museum.
These reminded me of giant blue plastic bags.
In the little hallway above, there were walls of sculptures, and above…
…was this. It was gorgeous.
You can see Union Station on the right. Now part of U of W campus.
We walked over there for lunch.
Husband lovingly posed so that I could take a picture of the guy on the bike. I always feel awkward taking pictures of strangers, even if they kinda are asking for it.
After lunch and frappes we went back to look at the gift shop. If you are looking to spend tens of thousands of dollars, this is your kind of gift shop.
This was one of my favorites. I can’t explain why. I just really like it.
At first I was like, “O what a sweet picture of me and my middle brother”. Then I read the blocks. Like I said, PUNKS.
I don’t get it. The tent Munchkin was supposed to be sleeping in (under the quilt) is large enough for an adult person, and yet somehow she found a way to roll out of it . She slept on the floor most of the night. Silly girl.
The fam. Don’t ask me what I was doing with my glasses. I don’t know.