We started out badly, with Kelly experiencing severe discomfort in her left eye almost as soon as we headed out. She had forgotten her glasses, and we couldn't go back home because it had sapped almost all of her energy to pry herself away from Sam, her son, who was not pleased with our plans. So on we went, made an emergency stop at a drug store en route for eye drops that, from the sounds of it, burned the original pain right out of Kelly's cornea and gave her something else to focus on. The girl's a trouper, though, so we carried on.
My recollection of the order of things may be off, so Kel, feel free to correct me where necessary. We found ourselves a couple of cute little church craft sales in St. Albans




After the excitement of the craft sales, we needed nourishment pronto, and so found ourselves here

We achieved our destination after a couple of hours, Kelly's eye still smarting but bearable -

And the shop itself is just lovely, well worth the trip. In fact, Kelly was completely overwhelmed at one point


We went across the street from Pine Needles to a book/craft sort of shop owned by the yarn shop owner's daughter, which was fabulously sophisticated and small town corny, all at the same time

It was time to start making tracks south again, before it got dark, so we made one more latte stop at a cute little shop right beside this

And with that, we got ourselves home before dark (which is important in deer country), got into our flannels, watched Elf (which was a nice change after 2 nights of highly depressing flicks) and knit.
next time: Part III - The Trip Home, The Homecoming, and OH MY GOD Christmas is how soon???!!!
1 comment:
Oh gosh this made me chuckle...so fun to see 'our' story online... you forgot about important score...the DISHCLOTH yarn!!!!!! How could you forget the excitement in the back of that store? I think we scared the employees...and ourselves for that matter. :)
And for the record, my contact had a slight tear...if we only knew. but the lattes and the 'best donut I have ever had in my life' were worth any pain in the eye.
I think it has to be a yearly trek...as I wanna another donut.Kelly
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