The bards were right on the money about distance and hearts and fondness. I for one am an advocate of getting away for a bit from the spouse. Isn’t that why quilt retreats were invented? Himself gets to do his thing: cars, beer, scratching without nagging. And I get to do mine: shop, read, quilt.
Such was life at ye olde homestead this past weekend. The Testosterone Twins hied off to Louisiana for the Power Tour (cars and, most assuredly, questionably clad female folks) while The Diva and I stayed behind.
All alone. On a payday weekend. Heehee.
I’ve had some experience with being left to my own devices while my better half attends one of his car events and, I must say, for a brief time it is divine.
For one thing, I didn’t cook all weekend long. Can I get a hallelujah?!
I introduced The Diva to the wonders of Double Dave’s peproni rolls. Yes, that’s how they spell it.
I’d already told Himself that I wanted new dishes. It’s been almost twenty years and I’ve tired of them. He looked a bit nervous until I assured him I’d keep him. Unless Tom Selleck called and then I’d have to weigh my options.
We started our weekend with a lively discussion of fashion do-s and don’ts. Apparently, this is okay…
Saturday morning we set out for local antiques shops, on the hunt for vintage Pyrex and linens. Let me say up front: The Diva was a trooper. Sure, we only made it to three places, but when they aren’t air conditioned, that’s the equivalent of ten.
Our first stop was to downtown Lorena and Just for You, which is in an old bank/post office building.
Check out the ceiling tin!
And look at the view into the courtyard.
Then we crossed the street to Center Street Antiques Mall. If I were one of those folks who takes pictures instead of standing in the aisles slack-jawed, I’d have something to show you. But, no. They had everything and then some as my grandmother would’ve said. And they had these.
I guess some of my Nana rubbed off because I talked him down and brought these home. Along with all my parts. Oh, and the kid.
I’d scored the blue bowls a few days before the boys’ departure.
It’s the newest candy shop in town and a must stop for The Diva. Retro music blaring, bright colors, and a hearty “hey, sugar!” as we walked through the door. Whats not to love?!
It was packed to the gills with children who thought their grubby mitts were perfect devices for plucking unwrapped candies from their bins and harried parents. I tried not to think of all the cooties.
The Diva was in heaven.
There was ice cream, too.
The boys have since made it home, complete with sunburns, tshirts and one cracked windshield. Don’t ask.