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Nov. 29th, 2011 05:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cblj_backupSo, I went to Christkindlmarkt this evening.
Christkindlmarkt is a yearly Chicago event in November and December, and bafflingly it is held outdoors. Though I have to say it's very well-executed, considering; there are tents for the bathrooms, a warming tent, and several temporary structures with heat. Plus, Daley Plaza where it's held is surrounded by buildings, making a nice windbreak.
It's all very Gemütlichkeit. Most of the outdoor stalls are either Christmas ornaments or German food, which I didn't buy because I had very little cash. I did pick up a small wooden owl for Mum, though in the process I was soundly thumped in the head by a carved wooden tree decoration. It's a good thing I don't bruise easily. (Today Sam was attacked by Christmas; news at 11.) I wanted to buy R one of the little incense burners that are figurines where smoke comes out of the pipe they're holding, but while I love him I'm not spending $30 on him for Christmas. There's also a quite nice life-sized nativity, somewhat ruined by the sign on the front reminding us that Christ is the reason for Christmas, because fuck knows we're all on the verge of forgetting Christianity entirely in this country.
Anyway, it was fun to wander around and look at all the insane kitsch, and there's nothing more surreal than standing in Chicago with the Picasso baboon on one side and a giant Christmas tree on the other.
Christkindlmarkt is a yearly Chicago event in November and December, and bafflingly it is held outdoors. Though I have to say it's very well-executed, considering; there are tents for the bathrooms, a warming tent, and several temporary structures with heat. Plus, Daley Plaza where it's held is surrounded by buildings, making a nice windbreak.
It's all very Gemütlichkeit. Most of the outdoor stalls are either Christmas ornaments or German food, which I didn't buy because I had very little cash. I did pick up a small wooden owl for Mum, though in the process I was soundly thumped in the head by a carved wooden tree decoration. It's a good thing I don't bruise easily. (Today Sam was attacked by Christmas; news at 11.) I wanted to buy R one of the little incense burners that are figurines where smoke comes out of the pipe they're holding, but while I love him I'm not spending $30 on him for Christmas. There's also a quite nice life-sized nativity, somewhat ruined by the sign on the front reminding us that Christ is the reason for Christmas, because fuck knows we're all on the verge of forgetting Christianity entirely in this country.
Anyway, it was fun to wander around and look at all the insane kitsch, and there's nothing more surreal than standing in Chicago with the Picasso baboon on one side and a giant Christmas tree on the other.
