I went all over this crazy state yesterday. I took the kids toward the western part of NC to abandon them place them into the loving care of their grandparents. And, hello, isn’t it supposed to be officially Spring?
Thirty-nine degrees, people!
In the SOUTH.
And who packed shorts for her kids for the next three days?
I enjoyed the ride over. The boys were great travelers. Especially since they were surprised by the new BOLT DVD we bought for them as a fun treat. They popped that puppy in and wrapped themselves in a little Disney Magic while I tried every magic word I knew to get morning rush hour traffic unsnarled. Seriously, I moved out of DC to get away from that mess. Eesh!
Now before some of you leave comments about me not watching the road, I’ll have you know that I WAS watching the road, and that’s why this picture is catywampus and shows the true state of my Surburban. And this is a good day for the floorboard in my car. I had actually tidied it 10 minutes before the picture was taken. It didn’t take them six seconds to un-tidy it. And my mother wonders why I never bother to clean the house.
With the kids safely ensconced in my mother-in-law’s minivan and smothered with enough kisses to get them (and me) through the next three days until we’re all back together (and threatened within an inch of their lives to be on their best behavior), I found myself with a few hours to spend before my next appointment. As I drove through Greensboro, I saw a billboard for a pottery/decorator place that my friend had mentioned to me, so I took advantage of not having the boys (thus not having to worry about the store enforcing the “you break it you buy it” policy) and pulled over and went in.
Old Time is really a decorator’s heaven. I am not a decorator (and am currently using all my imaginative skills to imagine a day that the principal doesn’t call), but sometimes I pretend I know what I’m doing. I was trying to find some apothecary jars like my talented friend Gretchen has, but I broke out in hives over all the different kinds and then I started to second guess what I’d do with them, and then I got to envisioning jars filled with cute stuff AND Legos, so I bailed on it all. But not after walking around and fingering everything for a solid two hours.
I did see some interesting things, though, that I quite didn’t know what to make of ….
Not Banana, mind you. Banana LEAF. I’ve burned banana leaves before. Let me tell you, I don’t want to pay for the privilege to smell it again.
I’d rather have this scent wafting through my house:
There were a lot of these:
But THIS takes the cake, er, cheese….
Really, a RODENT grater?
I think I’ll just stick to parmesan….
And then I got lost, drove halfway to Charlotte before I could find a spot to turn around, went to the mall, bought stuff I didn’t need but I had a gift certificate for, refreshed my makeup at Sephora, and met girlfriends for supper. And didn’t get home until 10:00.
Gno more roaming for me.
Have a mice day.