Laume's Studio

I went to the market the other day, a different one than I usually go to these days, and again the wine bottles caught my eye. It's odd because I'm not much of a wine drinker. Although, if I do have alcohol at all, it will probably be wine. Or a margarita. Usually though I'm the only parent around, and I don't weigh much, (hey! Stop laughing! I mean, compared to, say, my six foot tall plus husband and sons) so I don't usually drink at all in case I have to get behind the wheel.

In fact, I'm much more of a tea or coffee connoisseur then I am a wine one. But art is art is art, wherever one finds it.

Don't you just love this wild woman, leaping into the universe.

I've seen this label before and always admired the combined pagany symbolism of oak trees and the triple aspect of the Goddess. I'm not a big red wine fan though.

This one, on the right, is from Australia and I have a feeling something in the picture and/or name loses something in cultural translation because, although I thought it was very sweet, I wasn't quite sure what sort of mood or theme it was meant to create. Of course the Da Vinci on the left is nice too.

The "modern art" in purples, pinks, and black caught my eye. My first thought was "hmmm, wonder what that would look like done in fabrics" and my second thought was "I bet they're trying to appeal to folks who have no idea what kind of art or wine they like, but think that they should act like they do." On the right, I like the triskelian of Ravens.

How can you not smile at the little red guitar man. The Forest Ville label isn't memorable, but do they mean Forest Ville up near Sebastopol? I've been there. I've been to Snoqualmie, the bottle on the far right, up in Washington, too. I guess if you traveled and you drank a lot of wine, you could collect it from all the places you'd been. All the places that had wineries that is.

I almost took a photo of a bottle that said Lassen Something-Something on it because I was so surprised. I mean, I've never seen a vineyard on a single acre of Lassen County soil. Tumbleweed, yes. Sage, lots of it. Stands of Douglas Fir. Scrubby cedar and juniper. We've even got some wheat fields and strawberry farms. But it's not wine country. Then I realized that it was a wineyard in the Northern Central Valley and they were just referencing that they could see Mt. Lassen poking up above the foothills. Oh-h.

We don't have wineries, but we do have our very own Meadery. I know, I don't think it's really called a Meadery. I mentioned it before but this time I took a close up of some of the bottles for you. I did have a bit of their cherry mead the other day, but it was purely for medicinal purposes. No, really. It WAS. I needed to rinse my mouth with something antiseptic.

This one made me laugh out loud. It reminded me of Godzilla Turkey. Some of you who have followed my family's adventures for some years will remember Godzilla Turkey. In any case, you have to wonder how they came to name this wine after an apparently biblical mutant poultry critter.

Now, if you're more of a teatotaler, be sure to visit Beach Treasure today. I've in the middle of a Bloggers Tea Party.