R has a business trip in KC next week, so he wanted to drive up earlier to stay with a friend.
We’re a one car family and I’ve had an antique shopping day planned with a couple girls from work for about a month now.
Solution? He took the bus. It left at midnight and arrived around 5am. R didn’t get a lot of sleep, between a man grabbing his shoulder in the dark and asking loudly “Where are we?” and watching the guy stumble to the front of the bus and getting off right before an exit on the highway to thinking about the KC bus station and hoping his friend, B, makes word on his promise to pick him up.
The KCMO bus station is not exactly in the best area of town and B has a tendency to get worked up about things.
So Little Miss Carolyn took off early Saturday morning for a full day of antiques. On the original email, it said “this is not for wimps.” And man, was she right. I was exhausted by the end of day.
We stopped at two Amish stores for breakfast and lunch.
D I V I N E — Fresh made donuts and a roast beef sandwich, respectively.
My bread never ever turns out this good. I ate it up, literally (and I guess figuratively too.)
We attacked a lady and her 4 month old English Sheep Dog as they exited the beauty parlor. I think I may have found my new favorite breed. I could’ve scooped him up and took him home with me right then and there.
He would’ve liked the Dorm, right?
Antiquing was a success. Found three more of my Butterprint Pyrex dishes for twenty bucks total. Easily saved ten dollars. R mentioned not too long ago that he read the new Pyrex refrigerator dishes are having issues exploding in the oven. And since living sans microwave, it was crucial that I find the older versions to be able to reheat foods. Right. Right?
I debated about mixing different styles of Pyrex, which I normally would not be opposed to doing. In fact, I kinda like that look better…not so mitchy-matchy. But we’ve talked of the idea of exposing the dishes (plates/cups etc) in our future kitchen, and so in that case, I prefer having similar colors, but different textures. That way it doesn’t overwhelm the eye (or at least my eye) but it still creates some interest.
Was that straight up HGTV or what.
Believe it or not, I felt like I had been too practical in my finds and had to get something tasty just for myself.
What’s better than snuggling up to a 1932 journal filled with outings, bridge parties, and trips to California?
Well, I guess one thing.
Snuggling my feet under someone’s legs with a 1932 journal.
"R" and your Dad will have to compare "bus adventures"…amazing the upbeat neighborhoods they put the stations in!?
You should have come with him and piggybacked on our PW Day tomorrow. Plus, you could have met me which would have made it totally worth it. Just ask Goldilocks, I'm awesome! 😉