A 65-foot Christmas tree has been plopped down
on the Capitol Plaza at Capitol and Main, squat cousins are going up for sale on the hill in front of the Arkansas School for the Deaf, and the Holiday House
Zoe Jett’s whimsical, feminist fiber Art
If you know someone who’d appreciate a “send nudes” wall hanging this holiday season, look no further than the online shop of Zoe Jett. Jett is a Little Rock native earning her B.F.A. at Memphis College of Art, and her shop is a veritable treasure trove of delightfully designed, intricately crafted stitchings. Her calming, hand-dyed and embroidered free-hand stitchings of sea landscapes are pricey — they’re $150 each for 8-by-12-inch canvases — but her small cross-stitch hoops boasting phrases such as “Girls Gone
Reasons why you should make a gift of some Arkansocks Radar Socks:
1. Like me, you are a huge weather nerd. Lover of squall lines, the Doppler — I mean, who comes up with those names? Almost better than getting to name nail polish. Almost.
2. Like me, you are an aspiring sock connoisseur. I’ve been told they’re the best socks around, and you can find them at Rock City Kicks (rockcitykicks.com), sister store Old Heights Corner Store or at Domestic Domestic ($14), among other shops.
All things Gingiber
‘Tis the gift that’s simple, if not free, that lands you where you want to be with your giftee. Simple describes the stylized and whimsical animal drawings of Stacie Bloomfield of Springdale, the talent behind Gingiber. Gingiber grew out of Bloomfield’s search for artwork to decorate her child’s nursery; motherhood and invention came together, and she began to draw. Her merry — but not cloying — menagerie has found its way into art prints, stationery, enamel pins, tote bags, ornaments, Christmas stockings, pillows — just about any media appropriate for cheerful images. My nursery occupant grown up, I am not shopping for framed art prints of monkeys but am drawn instead to Gingiber’s enamel pins, especially the snail, which, alas, is sold out, suggesting there are a lot of mollusk aficionados in Arkansas. (Perhaps the rise in gastropubs has prompted the popularity of gastropods.) But there are still rooster pins,
—Leslie Newell Peacock
Control your vinyl habit, or don’t
In the words of Janet Jackson: This is a story about Control. The story goes like this: Two of Little Rock’s most diehard vinyl collectors — Wes Howerton and Michael Shaeffer — decided they needed to clear out some shelf space, so they boldly liquidated a big chunk of their meticulously assembled inventory and offered it up to the public at reasonable prices. At the recent Control pop-up shop the pair held in Electric Ghost’s workspace in SoMa, I scored a pristine copy of 1958’s “At Home with Screamin’ Jay Hawkins” and took a gamble that would pay off in sonic dividends: a 1969 album from Cuban singer Lissette called “Vivo Creo y Sueño” that perfectly scratches my persistent itch for ’60s girl group pop in the Romance languages. The trick here is finding Howerton and Shaeffer; so long as Control is absent a brick-and-mortar spot, your best bet for locating a pop-up Control shop is to like the “Control Little Rock” page on Facebook and keep your social media eyes peeled. Until then, catch the Control dudes spinning their finest at South on Main’s Sunday Soul Brunch, 11 a.m. Sunday, Nov. 25.
Quaalude brass pill box
This is totally my style. Brass and quirky. I’m a