My mom’s opening was last night… She’s the guest curator of the History Uncorked : Two Centuries of Missouri Wine history exhibit at The Mercantile Library at UMSL.
This was the first exhibit of this magnitude she’s ever done (with her in the driver’s seat) – so it was a big deal.
Big deal indeed… (That woman could always throw a party.) She combined the exhibit opening with the Missouri’s Governor’s Cup wine award announcement ceremony.
Wineries were there.. Food/Wine journalists were there… History people were there…
Free wine… Free food… We entertained ourselves by people watching and doing a comprehensive *ahem* cross exam of all of the dry red offerings. *cough* (my head still kinda hurts)
I wound up getting involved in all this by sort of a strange series of defaults and coincidence:
At work we turned an old commercial winery into apartments…. The restoration turned up all sorts of artifacts which we lent to the museum to be in the show.
Then – at some point over the summer mom came to me and said she was getting flack from the museum’s print / design vendor about the image they wanted to make for the show… “He said it’ll be impossible to do.”
She pulled out this ancient book filled with even more ancient wine labels and pointed to the one she was after. (original)
I agreed that it would be a supreme pain in the ass,… but not impossible… I also told her that busy season at the day job had me pretty well tapped out in the brain department and I wouldn’t be able to do it for her.
Fine and dandy right? well – until a month later when she called me literally in tears and begged me to come have lunch with her.
She pulled out a print of what the vendor did (here) and stared at me in that glassy-eyed tragic look that only mothers can do.
I sighed, took the original and told her I’d have something in a couple of days.
I couldn’t *not* help… This was too big of a deal and I couldn’t let her stuff look half-ass.
What I did was by no means groundbreaking… I’d consider it well within the confines of “competent” and thoughtfully executed within the parameters of the assignment.
She thought it was brilliant…. *I could also poop on a board and she’d call it sublime. That’s what moms do.
I got my validation last night with the nice words from the other curators and the posters being snapped up by guests until they ran out.
It was so good to see her so energized and happy… I’m very proud of her…
Meanwhile – I’m still herking stomach acid and my head still feels a little squishy…. yup – it was a good party.
I just need to drink some more chicken.